#Horse Girl Hob AU

[delta-pavonis]

None of us are immune to the Horse Girl Hob AU...

And here I present my humble offerings for @amielot's AU... Soft Hands (formerly titled "Anatomical Revelations") Rating: Explicit || 1k words || complete Horse Girl Hob AU, Centaur Dream, Horse Girl Hob, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

He awakes from sleeping in the barn to the sound of Hob's voice, but it is let loose in no tone Dream has ever heard from the man before. Hob is far off, perhaps at the treeline on the far side of the pasture, but Dream can still hear the sounds of his… distress?

Deep Seat Rating: Explicit || 3.6k words || complete Horse Girl Hob AU, Centaur Dream, Horse Girl Hob, Masturbation, Anal Fingering, Hand Jobs, Hand Kink, Come Eating, Oral Sex, Anal Fisting, Rutting

"Hob?" Dream stands in his peripheral vision, one hoof pawing the ground, as Hob hangs the last of the laundry on the line running from the corner of the barn to the oak tree out back. "Is it... normal... for humans to masturbate as often as you do?" Hob trips, wobbles, and falls over, grabbing for the clean sheet he had just hung on his way down, which of course just gets ripped from the line and comes with him, wafting on the breeze to cover him as he lands on his ass in the dirt, "What?"

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[amielot]

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[delta-pavonis]

Oooh, last line game!

Well, after working on some RENT AU, I went over to a wee drabble I have for the irresistible Horse Girl Hob AU. The prompt for this one came from @amielot's space on the Sadman server, after we were talking about size queen Hob and fisting and yeah, well, here's the last few lines...

(very spicy under the cut)

“Can I, little one?” Dream nuzzles into Hob's sweaty hair, moans like he is smelling ambrosia. “You are so open you probably won't even feel me… can I fuck you loose and sloppy and sensitive? Do you want to feel how much more than a horse’s cock your sweet body took for me?”

He is tilting his ass up before he can get words out, and even then it is only a repeating, gasping staccato, “Yes yes yes yes yes yes!”

oh it's been so long, Last Line Tag Game~ tagged by @tharkuun, thanks! have more than a line from the next chapter of Bolt in the Blue:

“Nice hat.” Hob grins as they’ve begun to walk, indicating to the wide brim in Morpheus’ hand. Morpheus knocks his head sideways, leveling Hob with a look that is unable to be parsed beneath those dark shades. “I got it for him, back in Nashville!” Del pipes up. They make a horizontal line on the sidewalk, Morpheus in the middle of them. “And he promised to wear it if I bought it for him so why aren’t you wearing it?” Hob brings his lips in to stifle his laughter, watching how Morpheus gives a theatrical sigh and, as promised, drops the hat back onto his head.

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[seiya-starsniper]

WIP Tag Game

tagged by @tj-dragonblade, thanks for the tag friend! <3

Rules: Share 100 words or so of a WIP, and then add an extra line

I'm writing a little thing for @amielot's horse girl AU, and since it's the most recent thing I've worked on, and what I felt like working on tonight, here's a sneak peek, that is definitely more than a hundred or so words 😅

Content warnings: Gun violence, somewhat graphic depiction of a man with his face blown off

Dream turns, aiming now to rush to Hob's aid, but just as he gets close to where they're fighting, the man with the gun ends up behind Hob and then wraps an arm around Hob’s neck. He grins cruelly at Dream as Hob struggles beneath his hold. Dream whinnies angrily, but he can’t move any further. He's furiously close, and yet not close enough to reach Hob in time, even if he gallops, even if he runs. Then the man points the gun directly at Hob's head. Hob doesn’t let him get any further with the threat. He lurches his entire body backwards, the force of the movement knocking them both off balance. While the man is distracted and trying to rebalance himself, Hob frees one of his hands and repositions the barrel directly underneath the man’s chin. He pulls the trigger before the man can react.  The resulting bang! rings loudly in the other quiet forest, and Dream winces as the sound thunders through his sensitive ears. There’s a high pitched whine that follows soon after, and Dream staggers, his entire equilibrium now thrown off balance. He can smell blood and smoke and death. Everything is suddenly too loud; the rustling of the leaves, the screech of the birds as they flee from nearby branches, the sound of his own heartbeat.  Dream shuts his eyes, trying to will the nausea that overtakes him to go away. He barely registers the remaining two men from Burgess’s group running off in the opposite direction, leaving him and Hob alone. Hob. Dream can’t hear Hob, not over the loud, pulsing, ringing in his ears. While he was certain Hob wasn’t dead, Dream still had to see proof of life with his own eyes. Groaning in pain, Dream forces himself to take a few steadying breaths to calm himself, his entire body shaking uncontrollably. Breathing feels like he's swallowing glass, but it gets easier with each slow inhale and exhale. His heart eventually calms, and Dream feels somewhat proud that he's been able to remain upright the entire time. When he’s able to open his eyes again, the first thing he sees is the man with the gun lying dead just inches away from Hob, his entire face blown clean off. Blood and viscera, and what Dream assumes are bits of the man’s brain, are scattered on the forest floor. When Dream lifts his gaze to finally look up at Hob, his eyes widen and he feels his pulse jump as the sight. The majority of Hob’s face and upper body is covered in blood and bits of flesh that slowly drip down the man’s clothes, bathing him in a sea of red. Dream notices that some small fragments of bone have stuck to Hob’s hair, likely parts of the other man’s skull. Hob is panting heavily, but then he suddenly collapses next to the disfigured remains of his assailant, as if whatever invisible force holding him upright had suddenly cut loose its strings. He groans, burying his face in bloodied hands, smearing it across the rest of his face. Hob doesn’t even seem to notice the state he’s in, he’s likely too preoccupied with the same kind of nausea Dream had been feeling just moments ago. Dream imagines whatever ringing Hob must hear in his head is likely even worse than what Dream experienced, due to the man’s proximity to the weapon when it fired. 

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some sketches for @amielot's horse girl au with unicorn centaur Dream <3

[cuubism]

tormenting dreamling in all new ways in my wip fic about kelpies. get horsed, hob. get shot with a gun, hob. fall in love with a creature that kind of wanted to eat you, dream.

[arialerendeair]

Old Town Road (AKA The “Hob is a Horse Girl” Fic)

By @arialerendeair and all art by @amielot (Art Masterpost!!)

Chapter: 2/?

Pairing: Dream/Hob

Rating: Explicit

Art featured in this Chapter: Dream and Hob Escape the Circus, Dream Collapses Getting Into the Barn

Summary: Hob helps to rescue Dream - a rare Unicorn Centaur from a decade of captivity at the hands of Roderick Burgess.

Dream is injured, and severely malnourished, and over the next few weeks as he heals and grows stronger - he and Hob grow closer.

When Dream sets off to return to his home, Hob accompanies him, and the two of them grow closer and closer, until they find themselves unwilling to let each other go.

Will they manage to find their happily ever after together?

(It’s me, of course they will - just an adventure or seven first!)

Read on Ao3!

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Unfortunately, even though they were in town for a full week, Hob knew that he needed to do some proper planning if he wanted to break the centaur out and get away with it.  But, thankfully, he'd made enough friends, that it was easy enough to start getting what he needed.  He bought a nice knife and holster and tucked it away in his belt, with an easy excuse that he wanted something on hand if he was dealing with the Manticores regularly.  (No one questioned him when he pointed out he was their regular feeder.)  

He started using his wages to buy drinks.  Not for himself, but for others.  Loosening tongues.  Not getting drunk, but sharing a pint after a long day that he paid for was a sure way to get into the graces of many of the employees there.  Paul's impressed nod and smile had meant he was doing the right thing, even as his stomach turned.  

Thankfully, everything he was doing meant that he could continue getting the unicorn centaur small cups of oats as long as he collected the cup from one of the other horse's stalls.  It worked well, and hopefully, it was giving him a small modicum of strength through all of the stuff Burgess made him do as part of a routine.  He had almost everything in place, except for one final thing.  

Hob planned to rob Burgess blind.  Despite what the man had said the first day they'd arrived in town, he'd been making excellent money, and the shows had been sold out almost every night.  Which meant that somewhere, there was a great deal of money just lying around waiting for someone to take it.  He was in the middle of running an errand for Paul when he caught wind of precisely what he needed to hear, at last.  

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[amielot]

I believe in you Hob :3

The amount I cackled when I first saw this!!!!!!!! Thank you for the incredible art Ev!!!! this is SO accurate 😂😂😂

@amielot 's horse girl au is important to me

[janimoon]

HGAU??? whats that?

It's a Dreamling AU by the amazingly talented @amielot, the Horse Girl AU, where Dream is a centaur and Hob the horse girl absolutely determined to spoil that horse centaur.

In the discord thread where centaur related shenanigans happen, I know this question has come up at least twice, and my god the things that I've seen 😂 we're all unhinged, it's fantastic xD

I know not everybody's thing, but this is the masterpost:

https://www.tumblr.com/amielot/730659154084184064/horse-girl-au-master-post?source=share

[delta-pavonis]

July Kinkfest Days 7, 8, 9, and 10

The Sandman (human A/B/O AU) || Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || 3294 words

Prompts: Blood Kink | Omega in Heat | “What have you been up to without me?” | Piercings and Tattoos | Desperate Sex | “I’m going to take care of you.” | Denial | Roleplay | "Careful darling. You're this close to being pinned against the wall until you beg forgiveness." | Double Penetration | Phone Sex/Sexting | “Be a good boy/girl for me now.” 

Warnings (in addition to the prompts above): Mafia Boss Alpha Hob, Gun Moll Omega Dream, they have always been humans, impact play, sex toys, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, shibari (mentioned), they are very very in love

Author's Notes: Four days, NINE PROMPTS. Buckle up, folks, this goes right into the smut and it doesn't stop. Little glimpses of background for these two thrown in there.

"Christ, just look at you. So wet and open for me… I wasn't gone but an afternoon, love. What have you been up to without me?" Hob trails his fingers through the sloppy mess that is his lover's ass, his fluttering hole crying in its need to be filled. "Oh, darling." Hob sighs and circles his thumb around the rim while palming one ass cheek. Then he drops his fingers between quivering thighs only to find folds that are impossibly more slick. "All this? For me?"

Dream moans something filthy, claws at the bed sheets and gets his knees under himself enough to sweet fucking Christ present his holes to Hob. "Please. I need…"

Hob pets his lover's lower back, soothing across the rear fetlocks of the enormous white horse coat of arms tattooed from the nape of his neck to the very first indent of the crease of his ass. Per chevron inverted sable and azure, a rampant horse argent the heraldry terminology floats across his mind as he shucks his clothes off. The entire device is shiny with sweat that gleams in the low light of their bedroom.  

"I got you. I am going to take care of you, don't worry." He gets the last of what he is wearing off and then heads to the drawers and grabs some supplies, which is when he realizes what is missing. “Oh, my Dream. Little pet. You used the teal one? Were you really that desperate for me?” When he turns back to the bed he can see it, wedged halfway beneath a pillow near Dream’s stretched out, grasping hands: the blue-green dildo that they had made from a mold of Hob’s erect cock, for Dream to have while he was away on business and couldn't risk bringing an omega, even his own omega, along. It has no knot though. That is for Hob and Hob alone. 

“Get up for a mo, pet. I need your help.” He instructs, dropping the items in his hands onto the foot of the bed. Hob stands there, knees pressed to the side of the tall mattress, as his gorgeous Dream complies. He strokes his cock lazily, admiring how Dream has to work so hard just to concentrate on this during the ramp up into his heat. Hob honestly did not mean to leave his sweet Dream in his time of need – he truly thought that he had at least another twenty-four hours before it got this bad. If managing cleaning up after the Corinthian hadn't taken up so much of his damned time he would have been here for when Dream… Fuck, Hob would put a contract out on the little shit again if he could. As it was he made a mental note to up the reward.

Finally, Dream is on his knees before him, facing him, waiting. His slim omega’s cock bounces a little with each panting breath, the ring hanging from his frenum piercing glinting in the moonlight streaming through their penthouse windows. Dream has put in work to gather himself together enough to be present for Hob right now – his instincts are no doubt pushing him towards incoherence. Even the ruby hanging from his one earring trembles. Hob cups his face in both hands and gives in to the temptation to kiss his love, who whimpers in pleased surprise. He maps Dream’s mouth slowly, until the need for air becomes more than a buzzing annoyance. “What was that for?” Dream’s voice is so low and sultry Hob feels it as much as hears it.

“I am endeavoring to make it up to you that I was gone when this started.” He strokes flushed cheekbones with his thumbs and watches as inky black eyelashes flutter like raven’s wings. “You know I wouldn’t leave you during a time like this on purpose, not without it being an intentional scene, right?” They have plenty of kinks, but that kind of denial is not generally one of them – abandonment isn’t the kind of pain Hob likes his omega to be in.

Dream’s blue eyes catch the moonlight like gemstones as they widen in surprise. “Of course, my love. I didn’t think any different.” 

“Good.” Hob runs his hands through Dream’s wild black hair and the lithe man leans into it, purring all the while. “That’s good. Well, since we are in this situation a little suddenly, lets make sure I can assist you properly.” He reaches down into the small pile on the bed and pulls out the two-inch wide strip of silicone and hands it to Dream. “Nice and tight now, darling. Need to be able to fuck you through at least four orgasms to bank this heat for you, you know that.”

His perfect pet hums in pleasure as he takes the silicone, wraps it around the base of Hob’s cock, and pulls it tight. “Tighter?” 

Hob's breath comes out in a shudder. “One more notch. Need it to keep my knot down until you are ready for it and you’ve already gotten me quite worked up tonight.” The pain of the wide cock ring preventing his knot from swelling will be its own sweet searing ecstasy as the evening progresses. 

The smirk that Dream levels at him is pure sin, even with lust giving a haziness to his eyes, as he pulls the cock ring tighter and secures the band. “Oh, have I?” Dream’s fingers find their way into Hob’s chest hair, combing through it while he turns those ridiculous bedroom eyes back up to Hob. He can see the subtle dusting of shadow on Dream’s lids from here, combining with the black liner to make him look like some Hollywood starlet all in black-and-white.

“Oh, have I?” Hob mocks, voice high-pitched and lilting. He grabs Dream’s waist and heaves, throwing him back onto the bed. “You know damn well what you’re doing.” He crawls up on top of his giggling lover. “I know I keep a clever omega.”

And he knows that his lover is a greedy, vain creature, so it is not shocking that he preens and arches prettily with the praise. “Well this clever omega is tragically empty and would like his alpha to get to fucking him until he can’t remember his name.”

“So demanding.” Hob grins and nuzzles under Dream’s jaw so he can mouth and nip along that gorgeous swan neck. “You are lucky I like your smart mouth.” He rocks his hips down to press their erections together, stopping any response Dream might have had as his long legs part immediately. Dream’s whine as he grabs at Hob’s shoulders is delicious – Hob can taste it on those plush peony lips as he repositions himself and sinks into the welcoming heat of his omega’s cunt.

The first round doesn’t last long for Dream, he is too worked up and Hob knows his body too well. He snaps his hips in hard, fast thrusts and twists his hand on Dream's cock just so and then he is letting out a sweet little shriek as he comes all over his own chest. 

“That take the edge off, darling?” Hob reaches backwards for the towel and does a quick clean-up while Dream just nods in reply. “Alright, be a good pet for me now and turn over, get that ass back up in the air.” Dream complies so easily it takes Hob’s breath away and he curls around his lover to kiss between his shoulder blades. When he speaks his lips caress the ears of the white horse on his lover’s back. “Be as loud as pleases you, my Dream. Peel the paint off the walls with your screams. I know you can. I want to hear you.”

Hob feels more than hears the chuckle given that Dream’s face is buried in the sheets. He reaches up for the discarded teal dildo and brings it back with him to kneel behind the curve of that lovely little ass. Dream is still absurdly open and wet, so Hob just lines the head of the shaft of silicone up and shoves it into Dream’s ass to the flared base in one go.

Dream’s entire body goes taut as he wails, “Yes!” And then Hob puts the tip of his actual cock back at the entrance to Dream’s cunt and the omega sobs. “Ohpleaseohpleaseohplease…”

“Well, since you ask so nicely.” Hob thrusts into the wet heat where he just was and it is like a different world. At this angle he reaches deeper, hits a spot in Dream's body that makes his moans hitch every time he drives in. And all along the way he can feel the dildo deep in Dream's ass, a solid mass that presses along the top of his dick, providing a different kind of stroking than the muscles clenching around him. 

He takes it slow, rolling his hips and talking filth into the safety of their bedroom. "Look at how easy you take two cocks. My god, you were fucking made for it, weren't you? Have you always been this greedy? Or is it just for me?" An incoherent string of consonants is Dream's only answer and it sends a shock of arousal down Hob's spine. His cock twitches, trying to leak fluid, but it can't. 

"I know pet, I know. You are still burning up, inside and out. How about another for me?" Hob gathers some of the copious amounts of slick streaming down Dream's thighs and then puts his hand back on Dream's prick. He strokes in time with his thrusting, being careful around the frenum ring, while he uses the thumb of his other hand to push the dildo in a little on each instroke. Each of Hob’s pulls back drags the dildo out a little with it, so he presses it in again as he rolls into Dream's cunt.

Hob revels in it, lets the steady rhythm build his own pleasure until his prick is throbbing with it not too long later. His knot tries to swell and presses against the wide ring of silicone and it causes a bright flash of pain to rocket up his spine. Hob groans with it, thrusts deeper, so Dream starts rocking with him, trying to keep the same angle.

Dream's next orgasm is longer and louder than the last and he makes a mess of the sheets. But Hob doesn't stop, just keeps thrusting through it all, torturing both Dream and himself into overstimulation. The omega wobbles beneath him and then collapses onto the bed, his body lax with pleasure as Hob keeps fucking him through the post-orgasm sensitivity, strong and steady until Dream’s voice is climbing in volume and pitch again. When Hob slips his thumb into Dream's ass alongside the dildo his sweet omega comes again, rutting into the mattress, voice cracking on a sob like glass under a hammer.

Hob hoists Dream's hips up to get a couple of pillows under him – he needs the angle even if his lover can’t hold it himself. As the dildo comes out it makes a lovely wet squelching noise, almost as arousing as his Dream's groan of "Noooo."

"Shhh, pet. Just need to tighten you up again. You fucked yourself so damned loose before I got home…" Hob grabs for the last three items on the bed. "Your cunt is never going to be able to hold the egg if you can't clench tight." He drops the dildo and grabs the leather paddle, a strip of thick leather about as big as Hob's hand with a wooden handle. Hob scoots back on the bed, giving him enough space to generate the velocity he needs in a single swing. "Ready, love?"

"Hnnnnnngh yes." Even Dream's voice is coming out lust-hazy now. Perfect.

Hob doesn't ease into it, just goes immediately for his usual impact strength, right on the curve of Dream's left asscheek. The leather's snappy slapping sound reverberates in the room along with Dream's ecstatic gasp. He hits the other side, watching as Dream's whole body tenses, jerks forward, then relaxes; Dream lets out a blissful sigh.

With one hand Hob pulls on the right cheek, just enough that he can see the wet hole fluttering. He watches, enraptured, as everything clenches with the next impact. And the next. And the next. Heaven above, even in this his omega is beautiful. 

Hob concentrates on hitting only one side first and then pauses to check his work. Dream is panting and trembling and moaning, his cunt leaking all over the pillows beneath him. When Hob sticks a finger into said cunt to see how the muscles have tensed he does so roughly, with all the gentleness one might use when stuffing a cornish hen with herbs and aromatics. Dream hisses, but then tries to push back, still desperate to be filled. "Pleasemorepleasemoreplease!"

The begging makes Hob's cock want to leak in sympathy, but it can only twitch in its bonds. It is starting to be more constantly painful the more aroused Hob gets, the longer he is denied release, and the adrenaline fuels him onward.

"Not until you tighten up for me, darling." Hob scolds. "Still too easy to get two fingers in you now, see?" He drives said fingers into Dream's ass with only passing resistance and Dream moans, the sound coming from deep in his chest, resonant and worshipful.

Hob pulls his fingers out and switches sides, holding the reddened asscheek back now, making Dream gasp and writhe. Then he is smacking the other side of Dream’s ass with equal force. After the first two, Dream is arching backwards towards Hob. "Harder, please! Give me all of you!" 

Oh. So that's how this is going to go. Hob adjusts his grip on the paddle's handle, takes a deep breath, and strikes Dream with all of his strength. 

The sound of leather hitting skin is almost deafening and his omega's sweet moans have turned into pleasured sobbing. On the next one Hob is watching as both Dream's cunt and ass clench so tightly fluid dribbles out from them. Gorgeous, just gorgeous. 

One more hit at maximum strength, just so Hob can see that deep body reaction again, and then Hob is praising Dream, "That's it dove. Almost done. So good for me." He knees Dream's thighs apart, pries his cheeks open as much as he can with one hand, and then uses just a flick of his wrist to smack the leather onto the little strip of flesh between Dream's vaginal opening and his asshole. He screams and Hob does it again, just a touch harder. The scream this time snaps at the end, a tree branch struck by lightning. "One more, baby." 

On the third hit Dream shrieks "Please fuck me! PleeeaaAAAAA-eh-eh-eeees!"

Ah, there it is. That’s the sound Hob fell in love with. He heard it across the room at a private party, that euphoric howl of an appeal to be filled, and had been drawn to it like a vulture to a carcass. The attendees at the party all knew who Hob was and they parted silently as he stalked forward. He found the ethereal source of that sound strung up in a complicated shibari scene, his ass being teased with a soft flogger. Miles and miles of milk white skin, not a scar nor a tattoo nor a piercing in sight, just dried blood smeared over his back from recent cuts and distilled omega perfection begging Hob for his attention.

He walked around to the omega’s head, crouched down in front of him to meet his eyes on the same level. The omega’s blue eyes were fogged shower glass, unseeing even while pointed at him. Hob snapped three times directly in front of the other man’s nose and, with a gasp, the pretty thing focused on him with bright, clear intention. “Wha-?” 

His voice was so much lower than Hob expected that it made him shiver. “Hello, gorgeous. Heard you begging to be fucked… any chance I can take you up on that offer?”

Hob couldn’t resist then and he can't resist now, his alpha desire for this omega bullying forward, and it takes a minute to remember his plan. He throws the paddle aside and flips Dream over, hefting one leg onto his hip. 

Dream is gasping, cock still hard and bobbing, dripping its mess all over. The impact play worked well, because it actually takes a little effort to pop the egg into Dream's cunt, but once Hob does and slips the little remote into his palm, it only takes turning the vibrator on to low and Hob's teeth gently tugging on the ring in Dream's frenum piercing to have him screaming into another orgasm. Hob gets around to catch this one in his mouth, sucking on the tip of his omega's elegant prick until Dream is sobbing again. 

When Hob moves above Dream, the omega growls, eyes almost completely black in their dilation, still burning with the increasing heat, and attempts to climb onto Hob, arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist. 

Hob’s movements have become a little frantic now, he burns to be inside his Dream. So he coats his cock in the copious amounts of lubrication his omega’s body is providing, grabs bony hips, and fucks hard into the tight heat of his lover’s ass; he gets immediately drunk on Dream’s screams of encouragement.

Oh fuck, yeah, this is what Hob needs. He has pulled four orgasms out of his wildfire of an omega and now it is his turn. His cock is throbbing in its confines, impossibly hard, and he fucks with all his might into Dream and turns up the vibrations higher and higher and higher. He can feel the vibrator clear as day now, like there aren't walls of flesh between his cock and where it is nestled inside Dream. Even better, he’s found an angle where each thrust in rams the egg up into the underside of all that nerve-dense tissue behind Dream’s dick and his sweet whore omega is screaming himself hoarse with it.

On the next pull out Hob unclasps his cock ring and lets it fall beneath them, pulling his dick all the way out and getting Dream’s legs over his shoulders so he can bend his pretty little thing to his will. “Gonna knot your ass, darling.” He rumbles a warning and before Dream can respond Hob is fucking down into his omega, folding him in half so that he can nip at those pink lips, cracked and dry from all his howling. 

It only takes three thrusts and Hob’s knot is swelling along with his pleasure, both reaching a crescendo. On the fourth he is almost too wide at the base to get in and out. And then with the fifth drive in he is locked in place, his climax descending upon him violently as he roars into Dream’s jaw. 

Once he can hear more than the blood rushing in his ears, Hob realizes that his sweet Dream is begging again, voice rough and ragged, “Touch me, please please, let me come, please Hob.” 

“Christ on the cross, again, my love?” Hob pants, chuckling. But when Dream keeps pleading with him, he acquiesces, wraps his hand around his omega’s prick and brings him to one last orgasm without drawing it out or any fanfare.

It takes a little maneuvering, but Hob gets them lying curled on their sides, the omega’s cock finally soft and Hob buried into his lover for the next short while. Dream pulls Hob’s arm around his waist and interlaces their fingers. “Welcome home, love.” Dream coos.

Hob laughs into his lover’s hair and can only agree.

[amielot]

Touch starved round 2

Dream: Who kicked that? Not me.

Bonus:

[chaosheadspace]

WIP TAG GAME

Tagged by @seiya-starsniper and @tj-dragonblade. Thank you!

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Okay, here goes:

Dewey I part 6 (Library boys)

Dewey II (Library boys 2 Electric Bogaloo)

Valentine Prompts

Second chance dreamling

Food truck Hob

Failed wedding Dreamling

Downton Abbey AU

Nightmare Hob

Home should be where the heart is

Jump and fly (Ill-advised 6)

Horse girl Hob

Subvocals

Brideshead Dreamling

Okay, I think that's it.

Tagging (w/o pressure) : @zigzag-wanderer, @bruce-wayne-simp, @academicblorbo , @notallsandmen

[seiya-starsniper]

The Gift - Dreamling - Horse Girl AU

Rating: Teen & Up | Status: Complete | Chapters 1/1 | Words: 1.4K

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Centaurs, Dreamling Horse Girl AU, Talking, Bonding

Summary:

“You’re pouting again,” Unity tells him, startling Dream enough that he nearly swings the knife in his hand right in her direction. Unity laughs, as if she merely spooked a child and not a creature nearly twice her size and wielding a dangerous weapon. --- Set within Amielot's Horse Girl AU series, and follows the events of the "Uno Reverse" comic panel

For my beloved @amielot's Horse Girl AU series, which continues to inspire me and so many others in this fandom! Check out Amielot's illustration of this fic here!

[gabessquishytum]

I'm screaming over the western au. Absolute gold. Imagine Dream basically owning the entire town and controlling everything that happens. He's feared, has a competent crew, and has as many people throwing themselves at him that he wants. Than Hob rolls in, who looks good in suits and dresses, and suddenly all Dream wants is this himbo saloon girl.

If, after the events of ur first post, Hob turns out to be actually competent at spying on people at the bar and turns into Dream's pretty informant whose also his dumb slut.

Also I have the visual of Hob in his saloon girl outfit being hauled over a horse and galloping away. Either by Dream or someone taking him from Dream

Sorry i have to type fast and a lot bc I have spotty internet rn

💳 anon

Ohhhh I'm thinking about the good, the bad and the ugly.

Maybe Dream persuades Hob to get involved with this scheme he's come up with. They go out of town where Hob will commit some crime - robbery or stealing horses or soliciting sex and stealing from the clients or whatever. Until there's a price placed on his head for his capture. Dream will hand Hob in, claim the reward money, and Hob will be taken off to the gallows for a hanging... and at the very last moment, Dream will cut him down from the noose and ride off with him thrown over the back of his horse.

Hob has to trust Dream with his life... and he does, to be honest. As stupid as it sounds he's pretty much 100% head over heels with the gangster. Even when they're riding off into the desert together with Hob’s arse exposed and on display for absolutely everyone to see. Dream always rewards him with a kiss and a share of the money to buy himself some pretty new clothes, so what's he got to complain about?

[teejaystumbles]

Masterpost part 2 - art for others

Masterpost part 1 - Art for my own fics and AUs

Art for others

Fuckboi Dream (by @dancinbutterfly)

Dream at Torture Garden (ch1)

Dream and Hob

Dream and sad Hob (ch15)

red carpet outfits (ch22)

unhappy reunion (interlude ch10)

despairing Hob (interlude ch10)

You Create Me Against Your Lips aka Hellknight Hob (by @delta-pavonis)

first sketches 1 + 2

(Hell)Knight of the Dreaming

sketches for ch1 and extra

ch8 - inked comic page

ch9 - Hellknight in the bath with Nightmare (cw tentacles)

ch10 - inked comic page

ch10 - embrace (nsft)

ch12 - inked comic page

ch13 - sketch and illustration of Hob with flower crown and dress

ch16 - inked comic page

ch18 - crying Dream

ch20 - Hopes and Dreams

Night Rythms (by @delta-pavonis): sketch

Poppy king and consort for @moorishflower

The Wine-Dark Sea (by @moorishflower) (cw tentacles)

on the beach

merman Dream character design

sharing an apple

here there be dragons

siren Dream (not quite fic-related but inspired)

Beautiful, Strange and New (by @moorishflower)

sleeping together (oreo sandwich)

mortality (cw blood)

hospital visit (Daniel/Morpheus)

Bloodhound (by @moorishflower): Hob with ruby, bloodhound

Leges sumptuariae (by @moorishflower): Hob in dress (in Dream’s lap)

Horse Girl AU sketches + centaur making out (nsfw link) for @amielot

Just like love (Cori/Hob by @landwriter): comic page

In Your Teeth (by @violetequus8): Dragon!Dream 

while the little moments dream (by @wordsinhaled): Hob and Dream at the inn

Slow Burn (by @arahir): comic sketch What dreams may come, when living is at an end (by @sebikitcat): knight Hob

[cuubism]

From one horse girl to another, I NEED to know what "Good horses" is about! <3

Good Horses is the name of the "sheltered rich kid dream/feral child hob" fic i've posted a snippet or two of here and there. it's a human-ish AU. coming-of-age, young love, the wilderness, folklore, and escape.

title comes from Reverence by Sarah Manguso:

A good horse runs even at the shadow of the whip. But we are not good horses.

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As it turned out, it was just a walking path through the fields, past occasional small copses of trees, not secretly a road into Faerie or whatever Dream’s paranoid and fantastical mind might have conjured. It wasn’t even completely wilderness—they passed farms and houses, cows and horses in paddocks, wandered alongside trimmed hedgerows and through well-oiled gates. But it was strange to be out in the fields, especially at night. The moon shone high above through the clouds, casting an eerie silver light over the grasses and trees. In the middle distance Dream could see the lights of nearby houses, but beyond that was darkness. It was strange, but also freeing. Nobody was out here, not at this hour. Just him and Hob and the night insects, the livestock grazing in their pastures, and the wild nocturnal animals that presumably prowled in the nearby forest, foxes and the like. Dream almost hoped to see one. “I like how quiet it is out here at night,” Hob said, walking slow with his hands in his pockets. “Me, too,” said Dream, though it was a new love for him, just kindled in this darkness. Hob cast him a smile. They passed another field of grazing horses, the farmhouse visible on the far side of the fencing. The horses looked up as they passed, eyes glowing silver in the moonlight. One that was near the fence stretched its head over to them, huffing. Dream knew horses, had taken riding lessons once upon a time—one of the few activities pushed by his parents that he had actually enjoyed—and stroked his palm down the horse’s long nose as they passed. It lipped at him, looking for treats. “Do you like horses?” Hob asked, stopping beside him. “Yes,” said Dream. There were few animals he would say he didn’t like, though he had little opportunity to interact with most. But he did like horses, their silly antics, their quiet pride. “Me too,” said Hob. The horse turned to look at him, ears pricked at attention. It didn’t poke out its nose at him, but it stayed focused on him, blowing out a hard breath. Hob gave it a little wave, and then gestured Dream on.