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No shame in using the safeword (quitting a fic that doesnt do it)

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I need a verbal Ler. One who enjoys verbal teasing during a session. Who then texts a vivid description in the middle of the next day about everything they want to do to my ticklish body when they get their hands on me again. I want that Ler to be true to their word. Someone who can put their mental fantasy into words, then those words into action. That is sexy...

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I have this idea for an AU in which the boys are alive.

Edwin is friends with Niko and more or less with Crystal and has freshly come out.

The girls decide to gift him a lapdance from a male stripper to celebrate his coming out.

They hire Charles who occasionally strips to pay for College.

Of course both boys are instantly smitten.

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Bdsm au with fluff!

Hob and dream work at the same bar and hob has a major crush on dream but is sure that dream could do better. Everyone’s always flirting with dream and slipping him numbers (and hob knows for a fact that dream is a sought after dom. Everyone in the local scene knows about him so he’s waaay out of hob’s league. )

Hob has thought about subbing before. He uses toys on himself and he’s bought himself pretty collars and things…and he’s used them while thinking about dream. He wants to be good for him, and he wants to be fucked so badly. but…he has no experience in bdsm, so what would dream want with him?

Meanwhile dream knows that hob would be a perfect sub. He can tell he would be so good. He’s made for it.

Dream’s tried testing the water with little touches and occasionally little orders, but he doesn’t want to push hob.

Once hob got a bloody nose breaking up a bar fight and when he tried to refuse medical treatment, Dream used his dom voice on him to get him to sit down. and hob practically collapsed into the nearest booth and sat as still as a lamb while Dream patched him up.

Meanwhile everyone else knows they’re dancing around each other.

Their breaking point is coming. It’s probably when dream discovers hob came to work with a tiny little vibrator up his arse.

AKAKDJSN this is sooooo on brand for them.

The thing is, Hob has never tried a vibrator before, and he didn't anticipate how intense such a tiny thing could be! He is suffering as his shift progresses, and Dream keeps asking what's wrong - Hob is sweating and shaking, he definitely looks sick. But he keeps denying it until Dream orders him to be honest - he's really worried about Hob! So Hob has to admit that he thought he could handle the toy but it turns out that he can't, he's so hard and desperate and even the embarrassment of telling Dream that's he's so pathetic isn't enough to kill his boner.

Dream thinks that Hob is adorable. He takes him by the hand and leads him to the store room, where he orders Hob to bend over and show him the toy. Hob complies, nearly crying with horniness, assuming that Dream will take the toy out and send him back to work. But Dream doesn't do that, oh no. Instead he spanks Hob’s hole (with the toy still inside), gropes his cock, and relentlessly teases him for being such a naughty boy. He certainly doesn't turn off the vibrator. He eventually makes Hob go back behind the bar with it still buzzing in his hole.

But he does promise to take Hob to his car as soon as his shift is over and fuck him properly until he can't even breathe without sobbing, sooo... that's something to look forward to.

Hob never goes to work without a toy inside him ever again - only it's Dream who picks them out for him, every single time. He's going to train Hob into the most obedient sub in town, and he's going to enjoy every single whimper he can draw from that pretty, sweet mouth.

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unexplored territory [bakugou/deku, 2.3k, nsfw]

first prompt request! thank you for sending it in, I hope you like it xoxo (also cross posted to ao3!)

warnings: nsfw, light dom/sub, frottage, nipple play, minors DNI

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Izuku isn’t always amazing at things on the first try, while Katsuki on the other hand seems to catch on to everything so quickly and with such ease. Perfectionism at least is a quality that they both share, so even when Izuku fails in the beginning, he refuses to quit until he can do it with his eyes closed. Breaking his fingers, breaking his arms, breaking the plethora of bones in his body trying to master his quirk was easy, because the drive to make the quirk his own was such a powerful motivator. Well, maybe not easy, but the motivation deep within his core truly was the biggest push he needed. 

Staying up all hours of the night studying for exams, spending hours upon hours in the gym to perfect his body to handle his quirk and whatever else comes his way, and attempting to keep a steady and healthy diet are mindless tasks now, ingrained in his blood and expertly learned and honed. 

Which is why, Izuku thinks as his hands slip underneath Katsuki’s tank top, this particular task is so…. daunting. 

They’re still in the new stages of dating, slowly melting away all of the awkwardness of first kisses and hands touching hands, and even though it’s only been a few months, Izuku is frustrated that he’s not an expert at Katsuki’s body yet. He’s stupidly determined to change that. 

“Izuku,” Katsuki grumbles from his position on the bed, sprawled flat on his back with his notebook held up in front of his face, “Cut it out. We literally graduate in a fuckin’ month, we have to study for our final exams.”

Izuku swallows thickly from his place hovered over the blonde, his hand pausing where it’s pressed over Katsuki’s stomach. “We’ve been studying for hours, Kacchan.”

Katsuki scoffs, “And? You gonna tell me if I sit you down right now and quiz you, you’ll ace every subject I throw at ya?”

Izuku pouts. “It’s not good to cram too hard. Can we just take a break?”

“And do what?” Katsuki replies mindlessly, going back to flipping through his notebook. 

Izuku slides his hand higher, Katsuki’s tank getting bunched up further until his pink nipples are exposed to the warm air in the dorm room. Katsuki shifts a bit, but doesn’t push him away. He also doesn’t put down his notebook either, so Izuku bites his lip and takes it as a green light. 

Katsuki’s body is something out of Izuku’s wet dreams, really, and after they got together, once Izuku was allowed to touch, he decided to make it his new mission to figure out exactly all of the ways to make Katsuki tick. 

He’s already discovered the spot behind Katsuki’s ear that makes him gasp, the spot right in the dip of his throat that, when Izuku latches on and sucks, causes Katsuki’s fingers to spasm and his breath to stutter. He’s figured out that Katsuki doesn’t really like the back of his neck touched, but he loves when Izuku drags his nails sharply down his spine when they are kissing. 

He’s honestly discovered a lot about his boyfriend’s body, but there’s so much territory that’s currently unexplored, and it’s driving Izuku mad. 

They haven’t really gone past making out and hand jobs, and Izuku tries not to get too handsy since he’s not really sure what kind of boundaries there are at this new, fresh stage in their relationship, but Izuku’s been watching. He’s been analyzing, calculating, and watching. He notices how Katuski’s breath hitches when he’s cold and his shirt rubs against his chest, nipples hard and poking out beneath the fabric. He’s noticed how Katsuki’s hips twitch up when they’re making out on his bed and Izuku’s hands drag up his chest, over his pecks. 

It’s time to test his theory, and see what kind of reactions Katsuki will give him. So Izuku can see if this is another discovery he can add to his ever-growing list of everything Kacchan. 

Izuku situates himself so he’s straddling Katsuki’s thighs, and though he can’t see the blonde’s face behind his notebook, he sees how Katsuki’s fingers clutch at the pages just a bit tighter. Izuku has his tank top bunched all the way up to his armpits now, pale muscular torso on full display, and Izuku’s mouth nearly waters as he zeros in on those cute pink nipples, just begging to be touched. 

He takes it slow, dragging both hands up along the curve of Katsuki’s waist, and at the first brush of his thumbs against his nipples, Katsuki jerks so hard he drops his notebook. The pages flutter as it bounces off the bed and onto the floor, and now Izuku can fully see how pink Katsuki’s cheeks have become. 

Oh, okay. Yeah, Izuku is going to get a lot of research done tonight. Katsuki is his favorite subject, afterall. 

“Izuku,” Katsuki growls, low and quiet, almost like a warning. Izuku happily ignores him, thumbing his nipples a bit more firmly this time, and when his nail catches against the skin, Katsuki straight up squeaks. 

“Jesus - calm down,” he manages to grit out through his teeth, but his hands have come down to clutch at Izuku’s thighs, and his gaze has darkened the way it always does before they fool around. 

“Have you ever had your nipples played with before, Kacchan?” Izuku asks quietly, massaging his pecs with large, calloused hands. 

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” Katsuki snaps, and then softer, quieter, “You… you know you're my fuckin’ first. Or whatever.”

First kiss, first boyfriend, first love - Izuku feels his heart swell that’s he’s managed to collect so many things from Kacchan. It makes him so happy his heart could very well burst. 

But - first, he needs to focus. Katsuki’s eyeing him curiously, and so Izuku settles more firmly on his hips before gently, so gently, fluttering his fingers over the sensitive nubs. 

“What - ah, f-fuck,” Katsuki chokes out, and the startled laugh that escapes his lips makes Izuku pause. 

“Sensitive?” Izuku asks with delight, because he knew deep down they were, but he didn’t know that Katsuki’s chest would also be ticklish. 

“Just - do it harder,” Katsuki grumbles out, not meeting Izuku’s gaze. “None of that gentle shit.”

Izuku happily ignores him yet again, scraping his nails feather light around the pink buds until Katsuki’s full on squirming beneath him, lips twitching on a smile as he tries not to laugh. His hands dart up to grab Izuku’s wrists, but Izuku is quicker, snatching the blonde’s hands up in one of his own and pinning them above Katsuki’s head. Izuku’s hand is large, and able to wrap completely around both of Katsuki’s wrists to keep him in place, which is nice because it allows him to have a free hand to continue his exploration.

“Are your nipples ticklish, Kacchan?” 

“No - ”

His words are cut off with a gasp when Izuku leans down, flicking the tip of a tongue gently across his left nipple, and Katsuki’s back arches up, his body trembling as he chokes on a giggle - but then moans when Izuku sucks on the bud firmly. 

“Ah - mmm,” Katsuki moans, and Izuku notices his cock throbbing in his sweatpants. 

“You’re so cute,” Izuku teases, enjoying the way Katsuki’s cheeks flush at the compliment. He’s still firmly holding Katsuki’s wrists above his head, and he uses his free hand to trace his fingers softly along the side of Katsuki’s chest, squeezing his pec before dipping dangerously into the hollow of his underarm. That has Katsuki snorting softly around a surprised laugh, and Izuku notes with glee that his hips grind up at the same time. 

Oh, he likes this? Izuku mentally notes that in his head. 

“Izuku - fuck cut it out!” Katsuki’s voice is shaky, his head turned to hide in his shoulder as Izuku continues to drag his fingers teasingly across his chest, tickling at his nipples, the sides of his ribs, dipping into his armpit before coming back to those pert, hard, sensitive nipples. Izuku can feel Katuki’s cock pulse, his hips grinding up unconsciously.

“I wonder if you can come like this,” Izuku muses, “I wonder - how would a feather feel? If I just… tied you up, tickled your nipples for hours until you couldn’t take it anymore. They’re really sensitive, huh?”

“Shut - sh-shut up.”

“Hm - we don’t have any feathers - oh!” Izuku exclaims, releasing Katsuki’s wrists to lean over, digging around in the bedside drawer before pulling out a small vibrator they like to play with occasionally. Izuku’s only used it on their cocks before, but he’s so curious - 

“Don’t you dare,” Katsuki groans. 

“Hold onto the headboard,” Izuku commands softly, and Katsuki swallows and does as he’s told. 

When he turns it on, Katsuki visibly tenses up, his gaze growing dark, and when Izuku gently grazes his nipple, Katsuki’s entire body arches up, his arms shooting down to shove the toy away as he shrieks. 

“Oh my g - f-fuck!”

It’s like music to Izuku’s ears, the strained laughter and desperate gasp that the blonde lets out. 

“Arms up, Kacchan.”

He grumbles but does as he’s told, fingers gripping the headboard so hard it creaks, and he bites his lip as Izuku lowers the setting on the vibrator before pressing it back to his nipple. The reaction is instant, Katsuki wriggling aggressively underneath Izuku, and finally after a few moments, Izuku hears little broken giggles from Katsuki’s mouth. His eyes are squeezed shut, beads of sweat popping up on his forehead, and when Izuku uses his other hand to pinch and roll his other nipple, the blonde cries out a shaky moan. 

“Ah - ahah - Izuku it’s - fuck, I c-can’t - ”

“Does it tickle?” 

Katsuki’s face burns. “Fuck off - yes, ahahah! You fuckin’ asshole - !”

“Does it feel good?” 

Izuku rolls his hips down, grinding their arousals together, watching at Katsuki’s mouth parts and eyelids flutter with pleasure. He switches the vibrator to the other nipple, and darts back down to flick his tongue ticklishly over the other one. Katsuki’s shaking violently, as if his body has no idea how to handle the sensations, and when Izuku thumbs the vibrator up to a higher setting, he nearly groans at the shriek of laughter that fills the room. 

“God - you drive me crazy,” Izuku groans, “You’re so cute, I can’t believe your nipples are so sensitive.”

“I c-can’t help it,” Katsuki whines, and his fingers are turning white with how hard he’s trying to keep his arms up. When Izuku drags his fingers back into the dip of Katsuki’s armpit though, the blonde can’t hold out any longer, and his arms dart down to grip Izuku’s wrists. The action simultaneously causes the vibrator to press harder onto his nipple, and Izuku bites his lip, drunk off of the moans and laughter coming out of his boyfriend’s mouth as he squirms helplessly against the bed. 

“Oh - nng - Izuku, Izuku, I’m - ahahah, g-gonna -!”

“You gonna come like this?” Izuku says in a low, deep voice as he grinds harder against Katsuki’s lap. His fingers are trapped now in Katsuki’s underarm, fingers fluttering sporadically as he circles the vibrator torturously over a nipple. This time, when he darts down to lick, bite, suck at the other nipple, Katsuki screams, gasping on a sob as broken laughter forces its way out. It’s so much, too much, but Izuku’s feeling mean, so he hums against sweat-damp skin as he flicks the vibrator to the highest setting, pressing it right over the sensitive bud. 

Katsuki’s covering his face now, embarrassed tears leaking out from under his trembling palms, and with one last roll of his hips, he’s coming, body going taut like a live wire as Izuku tickles and licks him through his orgasm. 

“Stop - st-stop,” Katsuki gasps, and Izuku tosses the vibrator to the side in order to bring both hands to Katsuki’s chest, teasing those cute nipples, grazing down his sides, pinching at his hips and trailing back up again to squeeze his pecks as he feels the blonde’s cock twitch and throb, his sweatpants growing damp through his release. Katsuki paws at him weakly, tiredly giggling and whining as the overstimulation short circuits his brain.

“Ahaha - ah, p-please,” Katsuki writhes, clutching at the front of Izuku’s shirt as the boy leans down, kissing and nipping up the side of his neck. Katsuki’s strained laughter is right in his ear now, and Izuku groans loudly as he brings a hand down to squeeze his own cock. 

“Just  - fuck, just a little more, Kacchan, you can take it, right?”

It’s less of a question and more of a demand. Izuku pants wetly into Katsuki’s neck, one hand rolling a nipple between his fingers as his other squeezes his own arousal, and finally, when Katsuki’s sobbing and babbling nonsense into his ear, Izuku finally comes with a loud groan, pressing his forehead to Katsuki’s temple as he rides out his orgasm. 

“Jesus - fuckin’ quit it,” Katsuki whines, finally batting away the hand that’s still teasing his oversensitive nipples. Izuku mumbles out a half-hearted apology and sits up, smoothing his palms firmly over Katsuki’s chest to soothe the blonde’s trembling nerves. After a few moments of catching their breath, Katsuki’s eyes flutter open, and he looks utterly debauched. 

“Holy crap,” Izuku mumbles, leaning down to kiss the blonde deeply, cupping his face in large hands and wiping his tear tracks away with his thumbs. He has so much content to add to his Kacchan folder now. 

“So much for a break,” Katsuki grumbles, shoving Izuku off of him and splaying his limbs out tiredly. “Now I need a goddamn nap, you fuckin’ menace.”

“Sorry?” Izuku offers, but they both know he’s not actually sorry at all. “I didn’t know your nipples were so - ” 

He’s cut off when Katsuki shoves a hand in his face, his cheeks glowing pink. “Shut up, oh my god.”

“Kacchan’s so cute,” Izuku coos, voice muffled beneath his boyfriend’s palm, “I wonder where else Kacchan is sensitive?”

Katsuki just groans loudly and shoves a pillow aggressively over his face to hide his blush. 

God, Izuku is going to be the death of him, he swears. 

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midoriya sensei doing some after-school lessons with Kacchan :)

i was too lazy to shade the rest lol

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Ler thought of the day:

Taboo words. Find out your lees most commonly used words when tickled and tell them they are forbidden from saying them. Start tickling them and if they say one of those words immediately stop and switch to something else i.e. edging. Continue this until they go a certain amount of time without saying those words.

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embarrassment in kink/tickle settings makes me so feral. like yeah verbally tease me and force me to look at you and make me blush and melt and become incoherent. tell me all the things you know make me flustered. pin me down. turn me into a subby blushy puddle of goo. mix in praises and baby talk and mock pity.

i will whine and protest and beg but i will hang onto your every word and i won’t actually mean it when i tell you to stop.

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Did I ever talk abt the time i was at a bdsm club and one of the pups was on all fours and barking and being cute and the dom on scene was like “hi puppy! Do you do any tricks?” And he said “I can beatbox!”

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I absolutely love sensitive subs. You know when you’re cuddling your sub and you gently touch their sides. Suddenly they’re making the cutest noises but trying their best not to so you pretend to not notice. Drawing little circles… barely touching them and you finally get that little whine out of them while their body reaches for your touch. Gosh I love seeing those desperate hip movements and the need on their face. Makes me want to hold them for a little and tell them “I know baby. I know but you look so cute like this” right before giving them exactly what they need.

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"he would not fucking say that" but it's "they would not be having carefully negotiated bdsm manual sex"

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What about mixing teasing and tickling with genuine compliments?

I know you’ll resist it, but I will sincerely mean every nice thing I say about you.

The truth is, you really are talented. Aww, you’re blushing. Does it really tickle that much? Too bad you’re not getting away.

Why do you keep shutting your beautiful eyes? You might as well open them. Its not gonna make this tickle any less.

I like your laughter. You should laugh more. What do you mean ‘no?’ Maybe I should tickle your neck till you agree.

Did you just squeak!? You’re so adorable.

Hey, I listened to that song you told me about. You’re right, I really like it. Why are you shaking your head, silly? I said you were right. 

Your sides are really sensitive. I’m barely touching you and you’re already squirming. Dare I say, watching you squirm is really sexy.

This shirt looks really cute on you. Looks even cuter rolled up.

Speaking of cute! Your tummy is sooo ticklish and extra cute.

It means a lot to me that you’re here. I know you’re shy about all this, but I’m really proud of you for trying. I hope you’re having fun.

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Just saw someone refer to Edwin as having been “owned” by multiple demons in Hell and I don’t think I’d seen that exact phrasing before and it sent a shiver down my spine

So… I generally think of them as switchy, or with some complicated dynamic like service top/power bottom, but…

Dom!Charles calming Edwin down from hysterics about Hell by claiming ownership, pressing Edwin’s wrists almost-bruisingly against the desk behind him, bending him back and pinning Edwin with his body and telling him “you’re mine, Edwin, I own you, not them, never them again, you’re mine”

I’m not saying a magical invisible collar would stop Edwin from being taken to Hell but it couldn’t hurt to try

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more domestic control au thoughts because i'm just. i'm obsessed. so! as much as dream would sometimes love to just make hob his full time pet, he knows hob loves his waking life and his job. but unfortunately... sometimes his job means hours working at his desk. and dream really can't just spend all day keeping an eye on hob, but he also knows how absorbed hob gets in his work and he wants him to start taking breaks, which hob will absolutely not do if left to his own devices.

so. because they're kinky bastards, dream's solution is a new desk chair for hob. it's a good, solid, comfy chair. with a dildo perfectly positioned to fit into hob's hole. made of dreamstuff, of course, and changing shapes for different purposes -- it goes long and slim when hob's first sitting down, to make it easier to guide it inside his hole. and then it changes from there. hob tends to fidget around a lot, so sometimes it'll be shaped like a fairly normal cock, a bit on the big side but not huge, perfect for hob to idly grind on while he works. sometimes, when he's having trouble focusing, it'll shape itself like a plug, or like a knot, because while hob absolutely could get up if he needed, it turns out it's weirdly helpful to have something that feels like it's holding him in place, like he has no choice but to get his work done if he wants to get out of the chair.

but if hob spends x amount of time in the chair without a break? it makes sure he takes a break. the dildo will start moving, or vibrating, or growing inside him. sometimes it'll fuck him, too slow to actually make him come. sometimes it gets long, fairly thin but stretching deeper and deeper into his guts until he swears it must be in his stomach.

it doesn't exactly motivate him to get up from his desk. but it does get him to focus on something other than work for a bit, so dream calls it a success.

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I appreciate this SO much because I am the kind of person to sit at a desk for 6 hours with no breaks sksksks and I firmly believe that Hob would Do This.

I'm totally hooked on the idea of Hob grinding himself down on the dildo while he tries to work on a new piece of research. He's kind of just mindlessly enjoying how full and stretched he feels on the massive girth. BUT. It's long past the time when he should have had a break, and the dildo starts vibrating - just a little bit at first, a low buzz which is more a warning than anything. Hob knows he should stop now, but he's just got into this new section so he keeps going, just a little bit more.

The warning phase is over, and the vibration increases to a level that makes it impossible for Hob to hold a pen, or type properly. He can't even get his eyes to focus on the screen. He has to grip the arms of his chair as the dildo rumbles deep inside him, buzzing violently against his prostate and still stretching him out almost unbearably. The dildo starts actually fucking him, thrusting in and out so the vibration echoes up and down his passage. Hob didn't even know it could do that, and the shock of being properly fucked by his own chair makes the tears in his eyes spill over.

Perhaps the most tortuous part of all is the cock cage, which stays firmly locked throughout the whole process. Hob can't cum, he can only sit and take his punishment until it's over, and he's shaking so much he simply can't keep working. He drifts off into a nap, and Dream is waiting for him in his realm to provide cuddles and aftercare.

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So Dream sees poor wretched 1689 Hob and decides "I need to make this man mine" and spends the next 100 years on and off designing a collar for him. But it importantly can't look like a collar, because he doesn't want Hob to know that's what it is, but that's absolutely what it is.

1789...happens, and everything goes wrong, and gifting it doesn't happen.

1889, Dream is quite impatient by this point and gives it to him right away at the start of the night. This extremely elaborate necklace is perhaps a tad feminine and very tight, but it's beautiful and a gift from his dear benefactor so of course Hob accepts. And custom-made jewelry is not typically something you give a stranger, so he feels confident in suggesting they are perhaps more than strangers to each other?

Dream, a hypocrite of the highest order and black belt in self delusion, is of course immensely offender (read: terrified - does he know???) of this assessment and storms out.

And then doesn't show up in 1989.

And the necklace does not come off. There is absolutely no way to take it off. And Hob is stuck with the beautiful hand-crafted reminder of his stranger around his neck that is damn near impossible to hide.

This is a work of genius omg??? Like,,, Dream working for literally 100 to make this necklace/collar, and then he doesn't get to give it to Hob - he has never been so frustrated in his life omg. So there's another 100 years of fiddling to make this thing just right and he finally gets it around Hob’s neck! Hooray! And Hob is very receptive to Dream’s... gift? Actually he's too receptive, and Dream freaks to fuck out about it.

Leaving Hob with the fanciest piece of jewellery he's ever owned, which is definitely not suitable for his middle class Victorian existence. But the damned thing is stuck on. He spends the next 100 years trying to hide it, or giving up entirely and allowing people to relentlessly tease him about his pretty necklace. At least in 1989, he'll be able to ask Dream about it! Right? Right...? Nope. At least men's jewellery is fashionable now. He does look pretty all dolled up in gold and pearls.

Hob learns to love his necklace, and when Dream offers to take it off for him in 2022 he refuses, point-blank. No way. Dream claimed him, and nows he's gonna have to deal with the consequences 😙

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dream, as king, likes to have his lovers (and that really just translates to “hob”) lying obediently at the foot of his throne. hob sits there with his head on dreams lap, topless, covered in various strings of gold jewelry and gemstones. his main purpose is to sit there and look pretty…except that it isn’t. for all of the super intimidating uber-infamously cruel and wicked nightmare king that dream makes, because his reputation across the realm really does have reach, he doesn’t actually do anything. because it’s his “consort”s job to do all the ruling instead. their roles are totally swapped. in public it’s hob laying at dreams feet, but in private it’s dream who’s sucking hob off from under the desk as he drafts a letter to their allies. as soon as their petitioners have left the throne room and the two of them have returned to their chambers, he gets to fuck his sweet little pretender king into subspace. pretending to be in charge is a lot of exhausting work, you know?

Aww, lucky Dream!!!! Living his best life as "king" in public and then going to his own private chambers to be Hob’s demanding brat, while Hob tries to get the business of ruling done in between whiney pleas for attention.

I really love the idea of Hob taking Dream back to their room and disrobing him in an almost ritualistic way. When the ceremonial robes and crown and lifted away, Dream is finally, truly free to be himself. As he always says, Hob looks so much better wearing the crown anyway. It matches the gorgeous jewellery which he wears as consort, and of course he never takes off. And when Dream is finally naked with nothing burdening him, he can go sit on his nice black velvet cushion until Hob is ready to attend to him.

The fact that Dream is so bratty and demanding is really a testament to how comfortable he is as Hob’s submissive. He knows that he's safe, he won't ever be punished in a way that he doesn't really like. More often than not Hob actually spoils him by fucking him for hours on end or cuddling him on his lap. Does Hob ever get a minute of peace and quiet when he's not trying to rule the country OR rule over his beautiful sub? No he doesn't, but he loves their life and wouldn't change a single thing. At least he can relax next time they hold court for an ambassador together, and he'll sit at Dream’s feet like he's a good little pet.

And of course Dream has his moments of good, angelic behaviour, and Hob is fully confronted with the fact that he's the luckiest bastard in the entire universe because he gets to take care of this sweet creature and make him cum until his big blue eyes flutter shut and he no longer even has the strength to whimper <3 its a very good life, even when he's wiping cum off the crown for the fiftieth time.

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It’s been like. Five whole minutes since I’ve turned fun sex things into hurt/comfort. So. :)

human au, when Dream and Hob get together Hob thinks Dream has a run-of-the-mill oral fixation. He always seems to want to suck Hob’s cock, warm his cock In his mouth for ages, when they have sex he insists he wears some kind of gag.

The truth is though… it’s not that Dream doesn’t like those things, but that’s not why he does it. He’s just very insecure about any noise that could come out of his mouth.

People always tell him how awkward he is and that he can barely hold a normal conversation (he has no idea how he landed people-person, charismatic Hob) so he’s certain he’d fail at dirty talk. And his laugh is so ugly, surely any moans or noises he makes during sex would be equally awful. And of course, his worst nightmare is getting caught up in the moment and letting an “I love you” slip FAR too early in the relationship than is acceptable. There is simply no way anything good could come from his mouth (ever, but especially during sex) so he deals with it by keeping his mouth occupied.

I can’t decide how Hob figures it out- if he puts all the pieces together during sex or foreplay, or if it somehow comes out during a more domestic moment. Either way, he insists on ravishing Dream with his mouth free and uncovered so he can hear every lovely sound he makes (and prove that he loves his silly boyfriend no matter what).

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We love the hurt/comfort smut here!!!! Hell yeah!!!!

I have a certain idea about how Hob finds out about Dream’s whole complicated relationship with his own vocality. It all comes out when Dream, quite suddenly loses his voice altogether. He gets a little bout of laryngitis during flu season, and while he's not super sick, he also can't speak. He's reduced to texting and writing little notes while Hob fusses over him and makes him plenty of nice cups of tea.

During his illness, Dream is visited by his sibling Desire. Hob has never met them before, but honestly he's more focused on Dream than anything else. He has a vague notion that the two siblings don't exactly get on, however, and this becomes apparent when Desire makes a series of quips about what a relief it is to have Dream silenced. If only he would be quiet all the time! He's so much more bearable when he's not making any noise.

Hob clocks Dream’s face during this series of bad jokes and all he sees is... resignation. He realises that Dream believes Desire's cruel words. Everything starts to make sense.

After the laryngitis passes and bedroom activities are back on the menu, Hob cautiously broaches the fact that he really doesn't want Dream to be gagged this time. He doesn't want him to muffle his face in the pillow, either. He'd quite like to have some very boring and tender missionary sex, and he'd like to hear Dream’s voice and his noises the whole time.

Unfortunately for Dream he's in love, and he can't deny Hob anything, let alone something so sweet and pure. He's sure that Hob will be disgusted by his noises, but he agrees anyway. Maybe Hob will forgive him for being so loud, if he behaves himself well in other ways...

In reality Hob is the one making the most noise because he absolutely sobs his way through the sex. Hearing his sweet Dream's pleasure for the first time is so overwhelming and almost spiritual, he can't help but cry. There's a long way to go, but Hob is determined: he's going to make sure that Dream is never silenced again. Hob wants to hear everything that comes from his beloved's mouth - especially if its an "I love you!"