#Hoblethros

[alexxuun]

He is the endless bicycle.

[gabessquishytum]

Hiii, so that post about Dream being a pole dancer and setting up his own club with Ollie as a bouncer, I totally thought that would go in the direction of Hob being a dancer and end up with Ollie/Hob, where Ollie just couldn't keep his eyes off of Hob, he was so beautiful and entrancing, especially when he danced! And Hob was enchanted by how fiercely protective he is of the dancers, but shows his soft with his brother, and the dancers. Hob can't help but fall for him

Oh we can definitely have pole dancer Hob/bouncer Ollie!! I think that's very very cute.

Ollie is definitely scary - he's like 6'8 and BEEFY to go with it. He can pick up misbehaving patrons by the collar and literally throw them out of the door. Hob sees him looming menacingly over a group of drunk handsy creeps one time, and he immediately falls in lust. Then later he sees Ollie smiling gently and helping give first aid to one of the dancers after a bad fall, and Hob properly falls in love.

Hob has a couple of costumes, but his favourite is this gold, silky, highly embellished piece that was hand made for him by a friend. From the front it almost looks like a one piece swimming costume, with cutouts at the hips and tassles around the bottom hem. At the back, it's almost completely cutout except for the bit that (tightly) covers his bum. There's a choker in matching gold fabric, and Hob just shines.

Especially on the pole, with all the lights pointed in his direction. Ollie can't tear his eyes away. He daydreams about just scooping Hob up, hands around his arse, and just carrying him off to ravish him. Smudging his gold eyeshadow all over his face and kissing him senseless. Hiding away forever, just the two of them, where no-one will ever find them.

One night Hob decides to make his move, and after his usual set, he goes to find where Ollie is sitting and taking a break (Ollie always tries to schedule his breaks for when Hob is on stage, so he can watch 👀). Hob slides into Ollie's lap, steals his drink, and gets himself thoroughly comfortable snuggled up against the bouncer's chest. Ollie doesn't know where to put his hands, so Hob helps him by taking both (massive!!!) hands and resting them on his bare thighs.

HOW Ollie is supposed to get through the rest of his shift, he has no idea. But Hob will be waiting in the dressing room, so at least they won't have to wait to go home before they fall into each other's arms...

[spockandthings]

Dr_Lecteur's Sandman Fic Masterlist

I have, surprisingly, written a fair amount of different pairings for this fandom, so I thought I would compile what I haven't compiled yet here!

For my Dreamling works : Dreamling Bingo 2023 & Dreamling Masterlist

For my Corinthienne (Corinthian x Lucienne) works : Corinthienne Masterlist

Hoblethros (Hob Gadling x Destruction of the Endless)

AO3 Collection

Know my heart still has a suitcase, but I still can't take it through

3.2k words ; Teen ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Unrequited Dreamling, Established Hoblethros, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

"His sand was barely dispersed, the hardwood floors of Hob’s living room coming under his leather boots before a shiver ran down his spine. There, naked with only a towel around his hips, stood Destruction, his long-lost brother, Olethros. The two stood frozen as they made eye contact, their mind spinning around with the questions the other’s presence brought." Or Morpheus comes to realisation that he loves one Hob Gadling, but when he goes to confess to the immortal, he might just find that he is too late.

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My hands around your throat / Won't leave me alone

952 words ; Explicit ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Marking, Pain Play, Blood and Injury, Consensual Kink, Size Difference

Hob daydreams about all sorts of (past, present, future) marks Destruction leaves all over his body

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'Cause I could never hold a perfect thing / And not demolish it

1.8k words ; Explicit ; Graphic Depictions of Violence ; Temporary Character Death, Choking, Relationship Issues, Domestic Violence, Idiots in love

1969 When Destruction learns that Hob plans to leave the country without telling him a word of it, he confronts the man.

Hob Gadling x Destiny of the Endless

I swear that I'll be yours forever / 'Til forever falls apart 

1.2k words ; Gen ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Established relationship, Domestic Fluff, Witch!Hob

Destiny visits Hob as the witch is working.

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Black Snuggie 

618 words ; Gen ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Established relationship ; Domestic Fluff, Teacher!Hob

Hob comes back from a tiring day at work to the sight of his lover in a peculiar accoutrement.

[alexxuun]

London 1777: a study in purple by temve…

*trying to flirt with a guy* I dig your look. I'd love to see you tied to a tree and made to bear the wounds of St. Sebastian. Completely obliterated from every angle *remembers the social contract and gets nervous* Like, the jacket for example, where'd you get that

[sleepsonfutons]

Tag Game

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better. Or however many. Whatever.

Double-tagged by the lovely @tryan-a-bex and @seiya-starsniper

Three ships: Dreamling and Geraskier, my loves on main! Hard to pin down a solid third cuz the rest are on near even footing lol. But honorable mentions: Qinemru/Oberon (@arialerendeair's absolutely lovely OCs), Hoblethros, Destruction's Green (hello from rare pair hell~), Corintheus, Hobrinthian, and the witcher polycule with Jaskier (which probably has a ship name but idk it ha)

First ever ship: AHAHAHAHA oh hell, that would technically be GrimmIchi from Bleach from a first fic ever read perspective~

Last song: Something I wasn't paying attention to on the radio, but last intentionally listened to song would be Last Dance by Eve

Last movie: Castle in the Sky

Currently reading: Ace by Angela Chen 🙌 Book club reading with my bestie~

Currently watching: Been watching Midsommer Murders on PlutoTV for kicks (and the off chance that the Ferdie ep will come on randomly lol)

Currently consuming: The classic H2O

Currently craving: a trip back to Japan honestly, but if we're talking food... white papico!!

Hmmm, reckon I'll tag a few folks with a whole of ZERO pressure if you don't wanna do this or you've already done it @blueberrymffn @beauty-of-nyx @certifiedbisexualdisaster @spockandthings @mentallyinvernation @landwriter @thranduilland @arialerendeair @bluesundaycake

[alexxuun]

(Hob/Destruction) Giving this rarepair some love <3

[gabessquishytum]

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame.

Part of the Medieval Top Surgery 'verse.

Hob Gadling/Destruction of the Endless | Explicit | 3,325 words.

For the @endlesshistoriesfest

The year is 1915. 500 years since Hob met Olethros, and 500 years since Olethros gave him the gift of change and renewal.

There's another war raging around them, one that will alter the world forever. But that destruction doesn't belong to either of them. Instead, there is art to be made. And there is the enduring power of love.

It was a great pleasure to join the Endless Histories fest this year and continue this series. I hope it brings you as much joy as it has brought me! Cover art is Blue Horses by Franz Marc.

[gabessquishytum]

Me reading the latest hobstruction ask: “but can you imagine the sex?”

Can you imagine fight-fucking with destruction? Can you imagine how hob feels, being so afraid of this hugely powerful man and being hobbled and hands tied, and yet he is still very, uh, enthusiastic about getting that giant cock inside him?

Can you imagine how it is once destruction is safe enough with hob that he’ll let hob stroke and braid his hair, ride him so soft and gentle, and hold him with nothing but themselves and the fire to keep them warm?

Mmm yes I do think about all of this and more.

Hob finally feeling small in the arms of this giant force of nature. Hob feeling safe despite that smallness. Hob feeling protected, being cared for. Destruction gentling his hands when he touches Hob. He doesn't have to, but he wants to. Destruction having someone to care for and love and nurture.

Hob can be face down, arse up, blindfolded and trussed up like a piece of meat. And he'll still trust Destruction. That heavy hand, bigger than the whole of Hob’s head, may be pressing down on Hob’s back to force him down and grind him into the ground - but he'll still feel safe. Destruction will hurt him, of course, but that's the point. He's going to smash Hob into a million tiny fragments, but he'll pick them up one by one and piece them together again.

If any couple was ever to be described as kintsugi, its these two.

[gabessquishytum]

The year is 1889. Hob Gadling is a realtor in London who because of the death of his wife has drunk himself into a small amount of debt. One day a letter held closed by a wax seal picturing a raven in flight.

The letter explains that a Transylvanian Count named Dream is hoping to purchase Hobs most expensive estate for double the price. The only caveat is that Hob will have to make the journey to the Count’s castle to help him with the paperwork. While the Count gives many good reasons why he himself can’t come to London or simply have Hob mail the documents to him, Hobs gut reaction is to simply burn the parchment and carry on with his day. But the fare has already been paid for by his potential client and his coffers are nearly empty. So off he heads for the back country of Transylvania.

After a montage of travel shenanigans including: meeting an American cowboy named Ollie (who absolutely blows his back out), the inn keepers wife giving him a rosary, and a blond carriage driver with darkened glasses who seems quite comfortable with the pack of wolves that run along side the buggy, he finds himself stepping into the gloomy castle.

And on the steps of the grand staircase holding a tarnished candelabra stands a willowy figure, dressed in fine black clothing covering skin as white as a pearl, staring at him with eyes the same shade as the ruby jewel hanging around his neck.

The regal man speaks after a moment “I am Dream.”

“Oh” breathes Hob taking off his hat, his gazing transfixed on the ethereal creature before him “It- it’s really good to see you.”

“I bid you welcome.”

A sexually tense week later finds them sat in the parlor celebrating with cigars and wine for completing the paperwork, Hob begins to tell the Count his life’s story, why he became a realtor after being a soldier in the queens army, and how after the death of his entire family and then his wife his greatest wish was that he never had to die.

Suddenly Dream leans in close, lips mere inches away from Hobs own. “What if I told you I could grant you that wish?” Dreams nails begin to trace along the veins in Hobs neck “All ask is for you to stay by my side, fear me, love me, obey me, and I will be your slave.”

Enraptured by Dreams eyes Hob can do little else but nod. The next thing he knows Dream is biting into his neck, yet somehow with every mouthful of blood Dream takes from him he feels more and more pleasure consuming him. Just as he is about to die from blood loss Dream slices the palm of his hand and allows the black blood to trickle into Hobs mouth. That night, they consummate their unholy matrimony both covered in blood with Hob tied to the bedposts being made to come on Dreams cock over and over and over again.

Hob returns to London, having left a barely middle class man he now attends parties only available for the highest of society, dressed in full silk and satin white dress, arm and arm with a handsome gothic benefactor.

No one dares to question the litter of bite marks and scars that cover Hobs neck and shoulders after seeing how sharp the Counts teeth are. Anyone who tries shame or insult Hob about his choice in fashion are found dead in some dirty alleyway the next morning. And the one man who dared to try and flirt with Hob was found strung across London bridge with the words mine carved into his chest.

Dream couldn’t stop fucking Hob to reinstate his claim for a whole two nights after that incident, filling Hob with his seed and shoving a crystal plug in to make sure none of it could leak out during the opera they are to attend.

Hob is just happy to have found his calling as Dreams eternally devoted and throughly fucked spouse.

-☘️

I gotta say, I ADORE the way you've written this! Who doesn't love a Dracula AU! I love how you've stuck close to the book, it really does work!

I love the image of Hob is his beautiful white dress, enjoying the fanciest parties. Wearing long white gloves and glittering with diamonds. He never lets go of Dream’s arm for a minute, and Dream really does take care of him with the most devoted care.

At one of those parties, they happen to come across Ollie - no longer in his cowboy gear but dressed in his finest and making his way as a society artist. Although Dream usually hates it when any man pays Hob an ounce of attention, he seems quite taken with Ollie's southern charms. He even asks Ollie to paint him and Hob as a celebration of their anniversary.

It's the first time Dream allows anyone to get involved in the action of their bedchamber. Turns out, Ollie isn't quite as human as he might appear (if vampires exist, Hob realises, it only makes sense that there are other creatures of the night. I'm imagining Ollie as a werewolf, but he could be something else). He watches in rapture as Dream feeds Hob on blood and cum, fucking him so hard that Hob’s legs tremble when he tries to stand up afterwards. Ollie gets a chance to eat him out and lick the cool, delicious seed from inside Hob’s raw, sloppy hole.

But in the end, it's Dream who owns Hob’s newly immortal heart. They live in debauched luxury, feeding mainly from the criminals that lurk in the shadows of London. Hob likes to think that he's keeping the streets clean and doing the locals a favour. Dream frankly doesn't care - as long as Hob is his, nothing else matters.

[gabessquishytum]

Okay what if we return to that one post about hob hooking up with dream, Cori, and destruction (none of them know that they’re all into hob and hob doesn’t know they’re all roommates) and they all end up at the New Year’s party at the new inn, the nearest bar!

Hob is there too, and all three roommates are psyching themselves up to kiss hob at midnight (and maybe get to fuck him again)! And they still haven’t worked out that they’re all into the same guy through a series of comic coincidences.

(Cori and hob ran into each other in the bathroom for a quick make out session, destruction bought him a drink, hob ran into dream outside avoiding the crowd and they shared a cigarette…)

So it’s 11:55 and all three wish each other luck with their individual guy and disperse…only to meet up again, right in front of hob and that’s when it hits them!

Posting this at 11:55 on new years eve because I am HILARIOUS. But in all seriousness this whole au is one of my favourites and I would definitely write a full fic if I had the time! Maybe one day!

Imagine poor Hob on that evening at the bar. All three of his crushes/hookups are there! Hob wants them ALL, to be perfectly honest. He's also pretty sure that he should keep the three away from each other, but how can he do that?! It looks like they all know each other! Like they're friends! Hob considers leaving, but he's too much of a slut (affectionate) to give up the opportunity of getting with at least one of the guys. Fireworks are traditional at new years, right...?

When he comes face to face with Dream, Cori and Ollie, there's a suuuuuper awkward pause when the information all sinks in. Hob resigns himself to being possibly yelled at. Instead, the three guys seem to move... as one? It's unplanned, but it's like they all know what to do. Ollie slides up behind Hob and holds him from behind. Dream and Cori take the front, both leaning into Hob’s personal space. Hob’s triangulated between the three men as the countdown begin, and he's definitely starting to get hard in his pants.

A four-way kiss is difficult, but definitely not impossible. Ollie gets the edge of Hob’s mouth while the other two battle for the dominance of his lips and tongue. Hob is thoroughly kissed into submission and very glad that he's being held upright. His knees are about to buckle.

It's abundantly clear that Hob needs three cocks to keep him sated, and that isn't a problem for his three lovers. They're content to see to him individually, or all together. In fact Hob rings in the new year with Cori fucking his mouth, Dream fucking his arse, and Ollie happily jerking off across his back. Start the year as you mean to go on, right?

It's very convenient sharing a boyfriend with your flatmates, actually - especially in today's economy. And Hob is in love with all of them, so he's quite satisfied. He's got a grand plan to make the four-way fucking into a four-way romance, and he's hoping to bag himself three husbands when they're all ready to settle down.

God help him when they get the idea to try triple penetration, though...

[gabessquishytum]

What about hobstruction but before destruction really figured himself out?

destruction hates being what he is but he doesn’t know another way to he feels trapped and it’s made him bitter and angry—he’s dealing with real self hatred.

He first runs into hob on opposite sides of the battlefield. He fights like a a hurricane and no one can stand up to them.

And there’s something about hob, his stubbornness, the hint of his sister’s touch.

hob loses, but doesn’t die.

So when the battle is over, having seen hob suffer mortal wounds and live, Destruction takes him with him.

Hob isn’t at all sure what this giant man’s interest in him is, but he’s panicking at first and hoping his stranger comes to help him.

No one does. He also doubts that twig of a man could stand up to this godlike figure. He’s never seen anything like his power. Or his obvious, poorly hidden sadness.

destruction doesn’t really hurt him, not even when he lays down with hob at night. He sets him free in battlefields and fights alongside him, seemingly to see if hob gives in to the horror of true destruction. He certainly isn’t letting him go, but he barely talks to him.

Eventually hob starts to ask destruction questions. Destruction is too tired for lies so he tells hob everything, who he is, what his function is, why he’s miserable.

Hob … comes to care for him. He feels less alone walking through lifetimes with another immortal.

One day hob brings destruction a charcoal stick and a wooden board. Maybe, he suggests, destruction would like to try drawing something. Hob remembers how art is made, through change, materials broken and turned into tools for creation. Is creation not part of destruction somehow?

DEstruction and hob aren’t healthy by normal standards. But together they stand a chance of becoming better men.

I love these two so so much, I feel like they'd be so good for each other! Hob gives Destruction hope for the power of change and adaptation, and Destruction understands the things that Hob has been through like no one else can. Of course they fight (often physically, often to the point of severe maiming) but they always reconcile and strive to be better. I love the idea of Destruction basically kidnapping Hob and taking him around like a very stubborn human pet who refuses to be downcast in the face of humanity's awfulness.

They encounter canons and then muskets and proper guns and Destruction truly despairs (like. Despair actually shows up. She brought her rats) and Hob is just like. Obviously concerned but also excited! If war changes then maybe less people will have to die pointless deaths! Destruction rages at Hob’s lack of foresight. Does he not understand that more innocent people are going to die, not less?!

But Destruction apologises almost as soon as he's done yelling. He gets out his charcoal and he quietly starts to draw, and Hob comes to sit next to him. Despair heads back home with her rats, and the sun sets over them as Hob falls asleep with his head on Destruction's broad shoulder. They love each other deeply, in a way that no one else can really understand.

And if Destruction gives up his job, his function, he'll need a new role. Being Hob Gadling's friend (lover, too?) doesn't sound like a bad place to start.

[gabessquishytum]

i've been thinking about a/b/o bitching lately so please consider, alpha hob who has always been... okay with being an alpha? like he doesn't dislike it exactly, it's just... it's never felt totally right to him? he's a natural caretaker and he's always told himself that that's his alpha side at play -- even if the way he wants to take care of his loved ones isn't the way he's always told alphas are supposed to want. he doesn't want to be a provider, but he's always understood that that's his place and that's how he's meant to take care of others so he's accepted that.

until, at some point, he's bitched. which is... probably dubcon at the absolute best and more likely outright noncon. it's not good, either way, but once he's recovered from the uh immediate trauma and his body and hormones have settled... he feels better. he moves so he can start a new life somewhere he's only ever been known as an omega and he feels right for the first time, he feels like he can finally be soft and gentle and caring the way he's always wanted to be.

but, his healing being what it is, a decade or two and he starts shifting back. and it's awful, he didn't hate being an alpha before but he he hates it now that he knows what the alternative is like. but he thinks it might be worse to have to keep being bitched only for it to be temporary, so he accepts that he'll just have to do his best to live the life he wants as an alpha.

cut to modern day, and he's honestly doing a lot better about the whole thing. he's on a whole assortment of suppressants and society's relaxed on the roles expected of alphas and omegas anyway, so he can mostly just be himself and let people assume he's a beta and not worry too much. until he gets into a relationship with dream. who isn't human, and isn't fundamentally an alpha, but is vastly more comfortable presenting himself as one when he's in the waking. except that he knows something's bothering hob, and he offers to make himself an omega instead if being in an alpha/alpha relationship is bothering hob. it's not his preference, but he could.

and that's what makes hob break down sobbing, because he doesn't want dream to change for him, he wants to change. he doesn't want to be an alpha. but he's tried modern hormone therapies too by now and nothing works, not for long. and he can live with it, he can, but he just wishes he didn't have to.

after a whole lot of discussion, dream tries bitching hob. but there's a certain level of... brutality needed, and a degree of intention, and as much as dream wants to do this for hob he doesn't actually want to hurt him, fundamentally. they keep trying, but it keeps not working.

and eventually dream says... he might have a solution. because he's run into destruction recently and destruction, all change and reshaping and violence, is very confident he could bitch hob. and that it would stick. it won't be fun, but it'll work.

just to be safe, hob and destruction don't meet beforehand (which lbr is dream's idea. he's convinced no one can be around hob and not fall in love with him. and he's probably not wrong?) but they very thoroughly negotiate everything through dream, and once destruction is convinced that hob really truly wants this, they make arrangements.

by the end, hob's pinned to the bed, writhing on destruction's knot, pumped so full of come that his guts are starting to cramp. except he realizes that's not why he's cramping. he recognizes the way it felt when his body started to shift that first time, and he's been crying off and on through the (admittedly very painful) fucking he's gotten, but he starts fully sobbing then. and destruction finally breaks character, easier now that he's knotted and he's calming down, and pulls hob into his arms to comfort him only to have hob start sobbing his thanks. because it worked, he knows it worked, and he can trust that it'll stick this time.

dream comes back a couple days later as they agreed he would (unless one of them called him first) to find hob smelling of happy omega and the very beginnings of pre-heat... and his brother, who is very sheepishly halfway in love with hob.

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I literally can't stop thinking about this. Just. Wow.

Hob is working through the trauma of being bitched in the best way he can. He doesn't exactly feel safe around alphas, so he ends up in a mostly omega social group. As his body adjusts to having heats and being, you know, literally submissive and breedable. He realises that he's becoming comfortable in his body? He feels secure in his secondary gender for the first time ever. He loves being in a little social pack of omegas. After several years he feels like he can trust an alpha, and he shares a heat for the first time. It's the best thing he's ever experienced.

He's devastated when his body reverts to the original pattern of hormones and biology. He doesn't want to be an alpha, in fact, he hates it. He tries all kinds of underground hormone treatments and suppressants, but nothing is ever 100% effective. In the 21th century he's able to get some therapy for his feelings on the whole issue, and by the time Dream comes back he has accepted his lot in life.

If nothing else, he gets to be Dream’s partner! And he has an alpha, which feels amazing. He just wishes that he could be honest with Dream about why he's never 100% there during sex.

Of course it all comes out and God, Dream tries SO hard to make it right for Hob. The bitching is... not working out. Dream just can't commit himself to dominating and oppressing Hob in the violent way required of him. And Hob knows that it makes Dream feel horrible to try and be like that, so they agree to stop trying for a while. It's perfectly possible for Hob to be happy in his current body, as long as he's got Dream by his side.

And then there's Destruction. Who meets Dream and sees how happy he is with his immortal lover. Destruction wants to give his big brother a gift, and so he makes an offer. He can bitch Hob - he's not happy to admit it but the whole thing is a product of his realm. He'll make it last as long as Hob wants it.

Destruction isn't gentle, but he is kind, underneath the roughness and violence. He tells Hob what a pretty omega he is, even before the change happens. He feeds his cum carefully between Hob’s lips so he doesn't waste a single drop, and for all that it's brutal and painful, Hob feels like he's transcending into another universe when Destruction knots him.

They do it again, just to be sure. Even though Hob quite clearly smells of newly presented omega, with hot slick streaming down his thighs.

And so yes!!! Dream comes home to a very happy (very fertile) omega, and a little brother who is very apologetic but very much besotted with him. If there's an Endless baby coming along in 9 months, I wouldn't like to lay a bet on who the daddy is!

[gabessquishytum]

I am having Hobstruction thoughts, but a little different than usual. Join me on this adventure:

Listen, Destruction is a great guy, and he loves making his partners feel good. But being as wildly well endowed as he is, making his partners feel good doesn’t exactly take a lot of effort. He’s never had to try before. He’s spent his life basically being able to just put his dick in someone and being thanked for it. 

Now Hob, on the other hand. He’s not small, but in general his dick is pretty average. When he and Ollie get together, Ollie just assumes he’ll be topping because that’s what he always does. And it’s… fine. Hob is very enthusiastic and seems like he’s having fun, but he’s obviously not particularly blown away by the experience. When Hob asks to top the next time, Destruction is open, but not particularly expecting much. After all, bigger dicks mean better sex, right?

He learns- extraordinarily quickly- that while he might have inches, Hob has skill. 

Destruction has never begged in his life but suddenly he’s babbling and breathless and Hob is extremely smug above him. He knows exactly how to move, what spots to hit, how to bring him to the edge and back again and again until he’s pleading and seeing stars. In theory Hob shouldn’t be able to hold Destruction down so easily, but he can barely control his limbs and every time Hob pulls his hair at the same time as he pounds his prostate his limbs turn even more into jelly.

It hits him suddenly that he’s maybe not as good at sex as he thought, and something about that is humiliating, and something about that just turns him on more. 

It very much becomes part of their dynamic- even when Ollie tops, Hob is unrelenting in talking about what a shame it is that Ollie has such a nice dick and he doesn’t even know what to do with it, how has he gone so long just fumbling and clueless, is he sure he’s done this before? And it just makes him cum harder. 

(I just think Destruction deserves to have a humiliation kink and get put in his place sometimes. As a treat.)

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HELL YES I'll have a piece of this pls <3

The idea of a very large man bottoming always makes me so feral. Hob has a hundred different positions he wants to try. He gets Destruction on all fours and grips him by his long hair, fucking into him doggy style and absolutely making him incoherent. It's unrealistic to expect to hit to prostate on every thrust, but Hob damn near manages it! He'll also fuck and finger Ollie at the same time, plunging deep inside him while also stretching and massaging his rim. Its all stuff that Destruction never even imagined or thought about doing and he can hardly believe that sex can actually be this good. It turns him on so much to be Hob’s special bottom bitch <3 but he does love to top still, because Hob will humiliate him so effectively. Like, he'll squeeze Ollie's sac and tease him about how big and full he is, isn't it a shame he's got those big balls, so good for breeding, but he can't manage to even fuck Hob properly? Destruction ends up whining and crying and coming inside Hob so quickly, even though he's supposed to wait for permission. It feels so fucking good to have Hob as his teacher, his dominant partner. He never thought he'd get so lucky <3

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screams i didnt save it...... i should really. start doing that? in case of tumblr eating things or button accidents??? but instead i simply enter your ask box and type nonsense in a fugue state and send it before i think about things like backups rip

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AHHH don't worry my love it's my silly fingers that are at fault here. I'm going to do a little bullet point fic and hopefully I'll get the gist of what you put in your prompt!!!

Hob is captured in battle and given to Destruction (which makes total sense since he's the warlord of the whole Endless fam and was actually responsible for their victories). Destruction himself obviously has this reputation for being an insanely powerful soldier and it's fair to say that Hob is a little intimidated when he's handed over to the enormous man.

But. Destruction is a very gentle and kind person, and while Hob is moved into his quarters and fully expects to serve his new master, Destruction doesn't make any moves to use him. His only request is for Hob to pose for sketches. It's actually really nice and sweet, and they begin to relax in each other's company bit by bit. Destruction shyly asks to be called Ollie, and Hob just melts because he's absolutely falling in love with this gentle giant.

Their life together is pleasant and they keep dancing around their obvious attraction to each other, until an assassin makes an attempt on Ollie's life. They get as far as aiming to stab him, but Hob doesn't even think twice about putting himself between the knife and the man he loves. He ends up in a bad way but the wound isn't enough to kill him.

Ollie is so mad that Hob would do such a thing and gives him a proper telling off as soon as he's conscious. Hob just grins loopily and says he'd do anything for love. Ollie obviously has to return the sentiment (but he says that if Hob ever puts himself in danger again, he'll kill him).

During Hob’s long recovery the horniness is EXCRUCIATING. Apart from kissing and some light petting, all sexual activities are off the table. Hob literally begs Ollie to finger him but his fingers are so thick... they have to stop for fear of impeding Hob’s healing. On the plus side Ollie does promise to put his whole hand into Hob as soon as his stomach muscles have healed up 100%... Hob has been thirsting over those huge hands and he is very eager to have those sword calluses inside him.

Ollie's sketches of Hob are VERY spicy these days. Hob can't believe that he really looks like that - Ollie's close-up sketches of his widely spread hole are particularly beautiful. Ollie even tries to draw Hob while fucking him, and while they're not the most accurate depictions, Hob treasures them all the same.

That's all I have for now!!! But I definitely think this version of warprize hob needs to go places!!! I love it so much already.

[gabessquishytum]

That warprize Hob/Destruction ask brought a different Destruction thought to my mind again that I've been having for a while.

Does Destruction have a female form? In my hc he does, and she, too, is called Ollie (man's short for Olive?), because it just fits. She's similar to his male form like Dream's is to his own; she's heavy set and drawn to the arts, she's tall and big and joyful and hairy and loves singing out of tune. There's a few differences tho.

She's more freckled, a lot, in fact, and unlike male Ollie she prefers short hair. She also likes sculpture better than painting. The most stark difference is that she's… not exactly shy, but more guarded? She's had a lot of bad reactions from people and while she knows her worth, she will have none of them from Hob, thank you very much.

Meanwhile Hob is standing in the doorway to his kitchen where he found her shifting around a smoking ruin in a pan with a spatula, and tries to regain control of his eyes so he can go look for where his chin dropped, because he's sure it's fallen all the way down to the lower floor and into the ice tray of the bar.

He spends a few days just gazing at her like a moon-struck calf and then carefully goes about courting her, like he did Ollie. He cooks for her and gifts her stuff he thinks she could use for her art. He takes her out to art exhibitions, heck, maybe he goes all out and books her a venue for her own art show. He drowns her in compliments and soft things (because he's discovered she's got a thing for textures.)

It's only when she tells him a story about a past boyfriend gifting her a razor that Hob absolutely loses it. He kisses her gently but thoroughly, and very firmly tells her that her slight beard is adorable, actually, and that he hopes that whoever told her that thigh hair is a disgrace got at least punched in the face and dumped, because nuzzling into that would be the very definition of heaven, thank you very much.

Hob gets his nose broken and his neck cricked by having his face sat on later that day. But you know what, he's had worse and Ollie has very capable hands and can probably set him right again.

🦒Sending kisses and well-wishes and hugs

This is so incredibly lovely and sweet!!! I think we definitely need more genderbending for the Endless.

Fem!Ollie is an absolute darling - popular with the New Inn clients, particularly the women who come in in the evening and relax at the sight of the large, smiling woman at the bar. It's her honour and privilege to pick up creeps by the scruff of their necks and hurl them out into the street, and Hob always watches with wide eyes and a fluttering heart.

She wears the same kind of outfits as her male form does - soft plaid shirts, baggy jeans, big boots. There's a whole drawer full of Hob’s old tshirts that she's worn and stretched out. Hob loves to see her in his clothes: the gap between her waistband and the hem of the tee where he can see her soft muscular midriff. And, because Hob is just a guy at the end of the day, boobs.

He loves having a girlfriend who can lift him up and sling him over her shoulder. He can't understand why any man would be insecure about such a thing! He loves being her little spoon (and rolling over in the middle of night to be her big spoon too). He loves sitting on her lap and playing with her short, soft hair.

And of course she pegs him. Of course she does. She fucks him so good, he even goes out and gets a double ended strap so they can fuck each other simultaneously. However bruised and slightly crushed he ends up, Hob adores sex with Ollie. Can't get enough of it tbh. Although he should maybe wait for his nose to set again 👀

[gabessquishytum]

i love chef hob and i just think that we should take a moment to think about chef hob and destruction? especially because. lbr. destruction would never stop making jokes about eating out. he'll swing by the kitchen in the middle of the afternoon and find hob there and go oh, that's perfect, i was hoping for a snack, and he'll bend hob over the counter and lick his way into hob's ass. or he'll finish eating dinner and help clear the table, which conveniently gives him a good chance to grab hob, shove his pants off, and get him laid out on the table. then destruction can sit back down and admire hob, dripping cunt right where his plate was a few minutes ago, and set about enjoying his dessert 💜

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Mmm yes im feeling the hobstruction tonight fr.

Destruction’s favourite modern flirtation is to call Hob a snack, a whole ass meal etc. He thinks it’s funny and sweet and it makes Hob blush so cutely. And the kitchen is such a great place for seduction. Destruction isn’t exactly sneaky, but he’ll come up behind Hob when the blender is on or something, and surprise him with a hug from behind. He’s so BIG he can wrap around Hob completely and grope him all over. Nothing is safe. Even better if Hob has one of those big shiney knives hanging loosely between his fingers.

Hob loves to spice his meals (of course, he’s never fallen out of love with spices) and when Destruction is in a mood for ✨dessert✨ Hob gets all kind of sensations as the spices transfer from his lover’s tongue, to Hob’s extremely sensitive pussy. Ginger, chillis, sour lemon juice. Hob is unhinged enough to love the way it feels to have his own juices combine with those flavours in Destruction’s mouth.

Hob really loves being Destruction’s little wifey who belongs in the kitchen tbh. Barefoot and available to be bent over the counter any moment. Any although Destruction is an explosive cook, the fact that he helps tidy up afterwards is the sexiest thing ever <3