#chubby hob

[gabessquishytum]

Dream and calliope are an alien species with biology like plants and hob is their precious pet—and a key part of their breeding process. Sort of like their own little bumblebee.

Dream and calliope look almost human. But they’re both very tall and slender, and their genitals are … botanical in nature. Hob, a human, is both much shorter and much broader, especially because they love spoiling him. He’s plump because he is so well cared for. They both love sneaking him treats.

How it works is this. Dream pollinates hob by fucking him with a thick, long stamen. This takes hours to do properly—over and over again—until hob is squealing and writhing and yet still begging for more. Hob has a cock ring on him of course, but dream fucks him until his belly is so round he looks pregnant and he is flushed and covered in pollen like gold dust.

Hob loves this part. Dream’s cum is more like nectar and as much as he craves getting fucked, he always begs dream to let him suckle on his stamen and swallow mouthfuls of golden, sweet seed. He gets teary if dream doesn’t let him—but most of it needs to go in his cute little arsehole.

Once hob is as full as dream can make him, dream plugs him up. Sweaty, shaking and desperate to come, he stumbles over to calliope, who takes off the cock ring and replaces the plug with her long, perfect fingers. He loves his mistress just as much as he loves his dream. He loves eating her out and begging for the privilege of pollinating her. By the time he has licked his fill from her petals, Dream’s fertility has seeped into hob and he gratefully passes it on to her. She will coo, and milk his prostate to get him to cum in her as many times as possible while dream watches and strokes hob’s hair.

Hob loves his life and loves his master and mistress. He wishes he could spend all day in their bed, covered in their golden pollen.

Wow, anon - I am totally obsessed with this one. The whole idea of Hob being like a pollinator between Dream and Calliope is physically extremely hot, but I also enjoy the metaphorical implication of Hob being the one that allows the relationship to thrive.

Hob is such a good pet, he's the envy of many other beings because he takes such obvious enjoyment from his role. Dream and Calliope absolutely dote on him; he's so spoiled that if he wasn't such a good boy at heart all the attention and lavish treatment would definitely go to his head. The truth is that even if Dream and Calliope couldn't afford to keep up Hob’s pampered lifestyle of treats, exotic trips and luxuriant sleeping quarters, Hob would still be will them. He loves them so so much, and he always will! Being a spoiled, soft brat is just an added bonus. Calliope likes to tease him about it, squeezing his soft thighs and cheeks all while spooning decadent delicacies into his mouth. The humiliation certainly gets him off! And he likes to have something in his mouth at all times, preferably Dream’s stamen..... it's a wonder Dream can ever get anything done with a greedy little pollinator between his legs 24/7!

Calliope and Dream have never had such a perfect period in their relationship. It truly is like Hob was everything they ever needed. And all of the joy is magnified when after lots of hard work, Orpheus is conceived and born. He's belongs to all three of them, and he's absolutely perfect. Hob helps Calliope to recover from her ordeal by spending many hours tending to her petals, all while Dream just as industriously fills Hob's cute hole up with more nectar. By the time he's done he'll make sure that Hob is stuck between Calliope's legs, helpless to do anything but pleasure her, pinned down by the weight of their combined fertility..... a truly perfect family.

[iesuroo]

This is Hobs and he is my new favorite character I've ever made! Hes a doctor and is a big teddy bear. This is my first time drawing this type of hair so I hope I did it justice and if theres any tips on how to draw it better let me know. Also this is the first draft of his design so his outfit might change later.

[merowkittie]

Just got my belly pierced, heres Hobie piercing your belly for you 🩷

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god.” You kept chanting to the gods as Hobie was preparing his terrible set up to pierce your navel.

“‘Is not tha’ bad, mate.” Hobie sighed as he saw you start shaking when he held the needle. “I’m not even gonna use this yet.”

You looked him in the eye and almost started crying as he grabbed a sharpie to mark where he’d put the needle. “Hobie I’m really fucking scared.”

He scoffed at your scared looking face and gave you a mirror. “Thas’ good?”

You looked into the plastic at the marks on your chubby stomach and pouted, “Do you think it’s gonna look right on me?”

“Babe, the beauty standard is a social construct. We don’t believe in that alright?” He kissed your lips, instantly curing the pout on your face. “There’s my cute baby punk.”

You rolled your eyes and nodded to him, handing back the mirror. He cleaned the needle and moved over to you. “You’re gonna breathe with me, yea?”

“Mhm.. hob..” you shakily breathed out his nick name.

“‘M right here.” He lined up the needle with your mark and started to inhale slowly, “Follow me. Just take a deep breath in and..”

As you followed his steps you inhaled and waited for him to tell you to exhale when all of a sudden you felt something pierce your skin and you gasped.

“And exhale. Don’t hyperventilate like that or else you’ll pass out.” He was half way in your skin and shoved the needle the rest of the way up.

“Ow. Ow. Ow. Fuck.. oh my god. Oh my god. Fuck. OW OW! HOBIE.” You breathed shakily the entire time. You gripped onto the plastic you guys set down on the bed sheets in your laying position and tried to steady your breathing.

It didn’t work.

“I’m just putting the other piece of the jewelry on babe, chill.” He laughed as you glared at him.

He wiped away the blood that began to form around the area and sprayed it with some saline. Once it was dry he kissed around your stomach and you giggled.

Your hands darted to the wicks on his head, his own hands tangling in your locs as he made his way up to you.

“How did I do?” You asked the man above you with a goofy smile. His hands played with one of your locs and he tried to stifile a laugh.

“You um.. ya did great.” He lied to your face. Which you obviously knew but you chose to ignore It.

“Dame Besito?” You placed your hands on his strong jaw, letting your fingers rest on his cheekbones.

“Yes ma’am.” He leaned down and let you capture his lips in a kiss.

I hope I captured Hobie at least a bit right.. I fucking love him. Had to bring some appreciation to my readers with locs/dreads. Also tried to make this gender neutral.

[luveline]

can we see what christmas is like with eddie, reader and roan? 🫶

the munson family and their pre christmas priorities ♡ (step)mom!reader, 1k

“I'm sick of being a dad,” Eddie says. “I'm done. You're going to live with your Uncle Wayne.” 

Roan roars with laughter, her hair dusting the floor, her t-shirt dipping down to expose her chubby belly where she hangs from Eddie's hands. “Dad, pick me up!” 

“I'm Eddie now to you.” 

“I'm,” —she cackles— “sorry! Pick me up!” 

Eddie gives her a last good shake before gently lowering her to the floor. She's all flushed cheeks and big eyes, her hair a riot around her head as she wipes stray strands from her mouth. “I'm sorry, daddy,” she says, pouting, her thin brows rising up her forehead. “Don't be mad.” 

“I'm furious.” 

“No, you're not! You're not angry, dad, you're smiling.” 

Eddie forces his lips into a deep frown. “I told you to keep her in line!” 

You huff from your place by the Christmas tree. “Give it up, Eds. Santa doesn't come for grown ups, I already told you that.” You place a final small gift atop the small mountain of silver-wrapped boxes and straighten it to perfection. “So I have to make sure you get what you deserve.” 

“What was I s'posed to do?” Roan asks, sitting up. Her pyjamas are just a little too big, the shirt falling to her thighs and the pants covering her toes. 

“Restrain her,” Eddie says, grabbing Roan under the arms to help her onto her feet. “Let me roll your pants up, babe.” 

“I shrank in the night,” she says. 

Eddie smooths her hair out of her face as he kneels in front of her. “You're so funny. Santa will bring you all kinds of new pyjamas tomorrow, he told me. But don't tell him I told you.” 

“Did you get me anything?” Roan asks. 

If only she knew. “Yeah, we got you some gifts too. But we're gonna put them out when Santa does, okay?” 

“Okay.” She beams. Eddie pulls her pants from under her little feet to roll the hems up, worried she'll slip and smash her face on the wood floors. 

“You're excited,” Eddie says, moving to her second leg, “I can feel you vibrating like a dog.” 

“Woof,” she says, wrapping her arms around his neck. She's in a very cuddly mood tonight. 

“Oh, what a beautiful puppy I have. She's so cute.” He hugs her lightly, black curls trapped either side of them. Eddie sits back on his calves and she lets herself fall into his lap. “What kind of puppy are you? A poodle?” 

“No, I wanna be a dalmatian!” 

“Of course,” he hums, stroking her hair. “How could I forget? You love damn-nations.” 

You stand up from the tree to poke at them with your foot. “Can we have hot chocolate now?” 

“Yeah!” 

“Puppy's can't have chocolate,” Eddie says, encouraging Roan back to tuck her hair behind her ears. “So you'll have to be human Ro again.” 

She sighs forlornly. “Okay.” 

You make your way into the kitchen, paper chains hanging in the doorway and snowflake stickers holographic against the dark window. It's only 5PM, but the sun has firmly set, leaving the outside world in total darkness. You flick on the kitchen light and immediately head to the stove to heat the stove top kettle where it’s lived this last month on the back hob. “Milk, please?” you ask. 

Eddie's already in the fridge. He passes you the milk, ignoring the mounds of foil wrapped meats and cheeses, his stomach aching in longing. “One more sleep,” he says, hooking a pint of milk on his pinky. 

Roan attempts to climb your legs. You pick her up and put her on the counter, shielding her from the stove with your body. “What's for dinner?” she asks you. 

“How about soup?” you ask. When Roan wrinkles her nose, you add, “With croutons? We could have yummy vegetable soup with crispy croutons.” Still wrinkled. “Or we could have tomato soup and grilled cheese?” 

“With extra cheese?” Roan asks. 

“Sure, princess. Lots and lots of cheese.” 

Eddie opens the kettle. “What was in here?” 

“Milk last night, but I already washed it. I knew we'd be having more hot chocolate,” you say, words shaped by your smile as Roan pulls you in for a hug. “It's so cold, huh, baby.” 

“My nose is cold.” 

“I can feel it!” 

Eddie pours the entire pint of milk into the kettle. It'll be just enough for all three of you to have a full mug, and if he uses the big mugs there'll be no risk of overflow once the whipped cream and marshmallows have been added. 

The milk doesn't need to boil, only warm. While it's heating he takes the hot chocolate powder from the cupboard and throws in a couple of heaping spoonfuls. The milk quickly turns a rich brown. 

“Should I put some real chocolate in there too?” Eddie asks. 

“Duh, dad!” Roan says. 

You second her agreement more kindly, “Yes! Definitely yes. It's always best with the real stuff too.” You rub Roan's shoulders. “Yeah?” 

Eddie's getting jealous, honestly. He ignores you both, shutting the lid on the kettle and easing his way between your arm and Roan's. “Let me in,” he demands. 

You curl an arm behind his back. When you look up into his face, you couldn't look more in love. There's a shine to your eyes, a reverence he can't miss, and he's expecting your compliment before you give it. 

“Hi, gorgeous,” you say, kissing the side of his chin. 

He drops his head onto yours and pulls Roan in as close as he can without knocking her off of the counter. The air has already begun to smell of chocolate, though the smell of honeyed ham lingers. Roan herself smells like no tears shampoo. Eddie sniffs you curiously. 

“Stop sniffing me.” 

“What do you smell like?” 

“Nothing. I'm not wearing any perfume.” 

You smell like yourself. He can't explain it, but he likes it, hiding his nose in the seam of your hairline. 

Roan cracks first, pushing you both away. “How long will it take?” 

“Any minute now,” Eddie says, kissing your cheek before pulling away. “Let me get that chocolate.” 

“You didn't put the chocolate in? Dad.” 

[the-kr8tor]

REQUEST FOR THE TWINS!

● the twins saying their first words

Like, imagine they're playing with toys or something, and R and Hobie are like lowkey flirting whilst keeping an eye on them, and then all of a sudden you both just hear a tiny voice yelling "Mony!" And you snap your head around and bam, Billie is giggling and yelling her sisters name 🥹

Yay! Billie and Ramona!! Hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, mom! Reader, dad! Hobie, dad au, twins au, Billie and Ramona au, FLUFF

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You watch your girls play on the puzzle pieces mat that Ned bought for them. Billie smothers her bunny plush in her sticky kisses, while Ramona babbles as she ‘reads’ her soft book about ducks. They look mighty adorable in their matching onesies, Billie in her pastel purple one, and Mona in her baby blue onesie. You have the camera in your hands, always ready if they ever do something adorable, which was every five minutes for you. Whether it's Mona showing you her toy plastic orange, or it's Billie trying to yank her ribbon off her pretty hair, you have a picture of it. You think you're about to run out of film at this point.

You feel a sudden chill on top of your head, and you immediately know it's Hobie with your drink. Condensation falls on your hair, and Hobie smirks at your narrowed eyes.

“You're rude.” Despite your words, your smile says otherwise. “I hope the girls don't get your rudeness.” Taking the drink, you reach for his sweatpants strings to tug and untie it playfully.

Hobie turns his attention to the undone strings and then to your teasing smile. “And ‘m the one who's rude?”

You giggle, hand still holding onto the strings, guiding him down on the sofa so he could sit down next to you. He rolls his eyes but relents and indulges you. Sitting down with a groan, he crosses his leg over the other before his arm instinctively snakes behind your shoulders, palm resting on your bicep. Once he looks over to you, he's met with a grin etched on your lips.

“What?”

“You've only been a dad for a year and you already have the trademark dad groan.”

He scootches closer to you, hip to hip, you place your head on his shoulder. “And you've only been a mum for a year and you're already askin’ for another one.”

You lean away, making a face that makes him guffaw. “I literally just placed my head on you.”

“You sure? Your hand on my back says somethin’ else, love.” He says with a raised brow. True enough, your cold hand is splayed over the small of his back comfortably. Billie gurgles next to his foot, placing her rabbit on top of it like it's about to go on a ride. Hobie smiles and moves down to fix her ponytail.

“I didn't even notice, Hobs. Besides, you're the one walking around with a crop top on.” You take a sip from your drink as you watch him gently tie Billie’s hair.

“It's laundry day.” He says with a chuckle, which Mona copies with her own laughter. It's a chain reaction, you giggle from the cuteness and Billie follows with her own chortle. Hobie pecks Billie's chubby cheek, making the girl shriek from happiness. “Mummy can't deny how dad looks this fit in a crop top.” He whispers to Billie, his daughter tilts her head like she's trying to understand his words. Turning towards Mona, he brings his girl to the conversation as you take a few more pictures of them. “Ain't that right, mon mon?”

“Don't answer that, mony.” You jokingly say, glass now sitting empty on the side table. Hobie flicks your leg in retaliation. Chuckling, eyes staring lovingly at Hobie, you don't notice how Mona is trying to speak. “Don't bring the girls into the argument.”

“So we're arguin’ now, hm?” Hobie sits up, palms finding your hips, holding you in place as he looms over you. He raises a brow, “say, what are we arguin’ ‘bout?”

You clamp down, lovestruck gaze stuck on his face, cheeks suddenly warm, lips trying to reach his own. “I don't know anymore.”

“Really?” He teases with a smirk, knowing full well how you're feeling. Leaning down, he nudges your nose with his own, smile mirroring yours.

“Shut up and kiss me, Hobart.” Laughing victoriously, he abandons your waist to cup your cheek. You're both giggling as he squeezes your cheek.

“Mony!” The sudden voice has you pushing Hobie away to look at your girls. He falls on the couch with an oomph, the look of surprise on his face is almost the same as yours. “Mony!” Billie says again, crawling over to her sister with the stuffed bunny in her tiny fist.

Ramona meets her halfway, giggling in excitement, smiling wildly and clapping her hands. Her cute and rotund cheeks bring out the cuteness aggression out of you, wanting to go squish her in your arms. “Bee!” She answers back, and you swear your heart took a leap. You're not ready when they start taking their first steps.

Hobie holds on to your shoulder, and you hold onto him as you watch with an awestruck face. He shakes you, laughing as the twins continue to call each other's names. They blabber about, Billie gives her toy to her sister, while Mona kisses Billie on her cheek as thanks. It's safe to say that both girls didn't get their parents’ ‘rudeness.’

“Holy shi—!” Your sudden palm on Hobie's mouth stops him from continuing his sentence. His muffled laughter makes the twins turn their heads towards the two of you, looking like you interrupted their conversation.

“Where's my camera?!” You frantically try to find the camera that might've fallen into the cushions while Billie shares her bunny with Mona.

Hobie has now left your side to sit next to them to watch their interaction like he's watching his favourite band play.

[the-apocrypha]

singing in the dead of night >> part four of the cottagecore verse Jessamy & Dream of the Endless, Hob Gadling/Dream of the Endless || Teen || 2k || Complete Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Fae!Dream of the Endless, Hedgewitch!Hob, Animal Death, BIG OOF, RIP Jessamy

To love Dream, is to love Jessamy as well, and so Hob will be loved twice over in return.

Jessamy begins in darkness.

She and her sisters are given to the royal family as part of a trade. She does not know what the trade was for. She does not even remember her hatching, or her birth-nest, or her own mother. She remembers only a warm place where she and her sisters would sleep together, tucked tail to wing and wing to beak. Quiet. Dark.

Until hands come from above and lift her up into a storm of color and noise. 

She spends an eternity lost at sea, cold where the down has not yet grown in properly, drowning in great swaths of shapes that she does not understand. 

And then the world goes still, and she is somewhere soft. It smells of sweet things. There is a fae babe, swaddled in blue, breathing deep and even, and when she closes her beak around a chubby finger, his mind reaches out for her. She reaches back. Dreams wash over her—his mother’s soft breast, and a belly full of milk. He likes the night sky. He is new, and lonely, like her.

There is a patch of black down at the top of his head that is warm and dark like her sisters, and it is perfect. She nestles into it gladly, reaching into his dreams of soft blankets and the songs of the stars, and buries her face away from the world. 

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[cottoncandy-cult]

Babification Heartslabyul

Riddle

The red headed dorm leader sat quietly at his desk as he did his homework, in a bouncer next to him was the precious ramshackle prefect. He had been quite irritated when he learned the circumstances of her accident, but he quickly became more concerned about setting up a modified schedule so he could take care of her while also keeping up with his classwork. Thankfully the paperwork had been rather light, so he wouldn't be working too much longer and would be able to move on to the next part of his schedule. At first, he thought about planning every second of her day, as even if this was temporarily, he wanted to reduce the amount of stress on both of them. But whenever he'd sit down to try and schedule all he thought about was how his mother did the same thing to him, with a clear memory of how unhappy his childhood was. So, he decided to ask Trey for help, his vice-house warden was more than happy to help him make an organized schedule that still gave her plenty of time to play and gave Riddle plenty of wiggle room in case something came up at the dorm or with his class work. With a sigh Riddle sat his pencil down, stretching as he looked over to the bouncy little girl beside him. He chuckled as he reached over to gently rub her cheek, listening to her giggle as he took a break. "Just a little longer, once I finish this, we'll go get something to eat." The short red-haired male began to pet her head gently, despite how young she looked she had been rather well behaved which made him feel she was aware of her current situation. He couldn't help the grin that stretched on his face when she looked up at him, chubby hands making grabby motions that he just couldn't resist.

With a smooth and gentle motion, the male picked the little girl up, holding her close to his chest so she wouldn't knock against his desk and hurt herself. He gently bounced her, relaxing in his chair as she clung to his shirt and happily babbled away. His blue eyes glanced at the paper he was working on; it wasn't due for another 3 days but as usual he attempted to get as much of his work done as he could. Though his attention was pulled back when a tiny hand tugged gently at his hair, when he looked back to (Y/n) her curious gaze shifted to glee as a bright smile spread across her chubby. With a huffed laugh Riddle stood from his chair, cradling her gently he began to head for his door. "I suppose it won't hurt to call it quits early for once…" Brisk but quiet steps carried him down the hall, he could hear his dorm mates talking amongst themselves as they ate scattered throughout the dorm itself. When he made it to the kitchen, he readjusted the little girl to rest on his hip, he used his free hand to get some of the leftovers out from the prior night's dinner. Trey often did meal prep and chose to ensure there were leftovers, that way there was always something in the fridge for when the others are busy or too tired to cook when they can't find the time to eat during the normal group dinner time. Riddle had decided that for the betterment of the dorm some rules would have to be flexible, and it made more sense to prioritize schoolwork than it did to prioritize a seemingly random time for a mandatory dinner. Of course, he made sure to get out one of the small containers of prepped baby food for the little girl in his arms, after he fed her, he planned to do a bit of light reading with her before it was bathtime. Then he planned to let her play freely while he prepared himself for bed. "Such a troublesome little rose bud, though I'd much rather have your kind of trouble than what those 2 hob goblin friends of yours tend to stir up." The loud giggle that escaped from the little girl as he spoke made the red head chuckle, he continued to talk to her as if she was her regular self while they waited on the microwave. He did his best to ignore the feeling of eyes on him, he didn't want to lose his temper in front of her when she was like this since even if she was still aware in this form that didn't mean she'd have the same control she normally did over herself and her emotions. "Once you're asleep, I'm going to punish them." He whispered to the little girl with a chuckle, narrowing his eyes at the thought of the mandatory reading he had in mind.

Trey

Trey smiled at the little girl who stood on a stool next to the counter, she was just old enough to speak a few words and short sentences and walk which was quite convenient for the clover male. Something he learned about (Y/n) was that she was an absolute devourer as a child, she was happy to try anything and almost always had a snack in hand. Currently they were making brownies together and she had was doing her best to read out the recipe, the haze caused by the sudden age drop had her knowing what she wanted to say but her mouth not being able to keep up. Trey stirred the brownie mix with a smile on his face, glancing up at the little girl every so often. "You ready for the tea party (Y/n)?" The green haired man chuckled as the little girl gave an excited nod, looking up at him from the book. "Mhm, can't wait to try our snacks." She giggled, glancing over at some apple fritters that sat on a warming plate nearby. "The brownies will be done soon, if you want to have a snack until then. It won't hurt to have something small before the tea party." Trey filled a prepared pan with the brownie mix, tucking the pan into the preheated oven as he turned to the little girl. "Do we still have any banana bread?" She tilted her head, climbing down from her step stool as the larger male turned to check for her request. She watched him quietly, giggling a bit as she watched him begin cutting her a piece of banana bread. "You really like the fruitier baked ggoods most, don't you?" The young man turned and kneeled, passing her the plate that had the banana bread on it. He had noticed how her interest in a dessert went up when there was fruit involved. She did like chocolate and regular baked goods, but the fruit ones were always the first she asked for. The emerald haired male planned to keep that in mind for when she was back to normal, he planned to surprise her with some of her favorites at random now that he was getting to know her sense of taste better. "Mhm, I like things with cinnamon too though. Especially with apples." She smiled, her tiny hands bolding a piece of the bread and eating it while she stood by the stove. At least until Trey picked her up and sat her in a chair by the kitchen island, allowing her to eat more comfortably. "I see, I guess that does explain why you always want cinnamon rolls for breakfast." Trey ruffled her hair, listening to the little girl giggle and bat his hand away.

- When it was time for their tea party Trey walked with the little girl to the prepared space in the rose garden, one of her tiny hands held onto his as the other carried the basket with their brownies and banana bread. It was a quiet day, and the weather was nice, so the 2 planned to spend the weekend afternoon snacking and talking about everything possible. Something Trey had noticed was that in her childlike state her self-control was greatly reduced, this gave him the chance to open her up and really get to understand her true thoughts and feelings on EVERYTHING. He wasn't stupid, he knew that she was from a world without magic, and it scared him knowing just how often she is forced to deal with broken powerful mages losing themselves to overblot. But she never really complained, even when she was eating less in order to feed Grim because Crowley didn't have any extra work for her. He wanted to understand how she's holding up, cause from his perspective she had every reason to want to lock herself away in her room and hide. "I actually don't mind being a kid you know…" She spoke softly, admitting a thought she felt somewhat guilty for having. "Oh? I thought you didn't like being short or how emotional it made you?" He questioned; a bit surprised at her sudden admission after all the times she complained about the state she was in.

"To be honest I feel bad, I'm just happy that I got a break from…life." She looked down, biting her lip as she thought hard about the words she wanted to say. He patiently listened, knowing she'd have to go slow to communicate properly. "I'm not having to cram information about something I can't even use all night long, I'm not running around campus between classes trying to make money for food, I'm not spending my breaks doing odd jobs to be able to make fixes to the dorm building. I'm not constantly having to break up or being dragged into fights. It's been like a little break." The little girl smiled awkwardly, shaking her head at herself as she took a moment to breathe. It was a lot for her to say at once, the effort almost seemed tiring "I feel bad, that I'm happy cause I don't have to help anyone like this." That caught Trey off guard, he suspected and understood most of her feelings. But the real surprise was about feeling guilty for wanting a break, anyone in her position would deserve a break from everything. "There isn't anything to feel bad about, you wouldn't be half as stressed as you are if Crowley would pay you decently. He can afford it, trust me. Crowley in general seems to be the root of many of your problems. So don't feel guilty about needing a break from something none of the other students in this school would have been able to handle. Keeping up with classes is already hard, even for those of us who are from this world and actually have magic. But you're basically running through a crash course where everything is new and most of it you can't do." Trey smiled down to her as they reached the gazebo, taking the basket from her to put the last 2 items needed for their tea party on the table as she got comfortable on the padded bench. Trey sat a plate in front of her, on it was a small sandwich and some homemade chips. "It's ok to need a second to breathe, it isn't your fault this happened so don't feel bad for making the best of it." He chuckled, patting her head as he began to fix her a cup of tea. The sound of her laugh made him smile. She was already strong, but he wanted to be the one to give her the chance to not have to be.

Ace

"This is so cool; I get to skip class til you turn back to normal and all I have to do is keep a diary of everything we do throughout the day and what I do for you." Ace smiled from where he sat on his bed, the 4-year-old girl had woken him around 10 a.m. because she was hungry. He had of course made her breakfast and after they returned to his room, he had gone ahead and wrote down when he got up and what he fixed her to eat. Now they were sitting together scrolling magicam, or rather she was scrolling magicam while he did his damndest to style her hair for the day. He had several ponytail holders on his wrist, he had to seek out Vil in order to get advice on taking care of a little girl. Little did he expect Vil to give him a notebook and make him take notes of EVERYTHING he had to say, thankfully it had actually come in handy but at the same time he was still struggling to do things properly. In one hand he had a bottle of detangler, in the other he had small brush that wouldn't pull her hair. Something Vil came with him to buy himself, not trusting Ace to understand the specifics of what he'd need. "So, what style do you want me to do today (Y/n)?" Ace chuckled, brushing through her hair with a few sprays here and there. "Just a ponytail." She giggled, watching a video of a baby panda rolling down a small incline. Ace was relieved at her choice; they took time out every night to practice other hair styles that Vil wrote instructions for. Ace was actually getting good at it, he figured that he might be able to use those skills to impress her once she was back to normal by doing her hair some mornings before class. Something dear little Deuce wouldn't be able to do. Gathering her hair and brushing it smooth, he left some of her bangs down and began tying it up just like the instructions had said. He managed to learn the simpler styles quickly, but there were some more complicated styles he struggled with. He used a special spray Vil made him buy to hold her hair in place, so that it wouldn't collapse in just an hour or two. "There you go, now time to get your day clothes." Because of her state Crowley had been forced by Crewel to pay for her shopping needs, so she had plenty of cute outfits. "I don't wanna wear a dress today." She locked his phone and sat it down, walking over to the dresser drawer with him to look at her options. "Alright, what do you feel like wearing?" Ace squatted down, helping her sort through her shirts and pants. She ended up settling on some grey sweatpants and comfortable T-shirt with the school's logo, she wasn't a hard to please child and from what he could tell she was still very much herself in there, so she had some awareness about her choices.

"While you get dressed, I'm gonna hop in the shower, remember to keep the door locked til I get back." Ace patted her on the head, setting the clothes out on a chair for her while he got his uniform out and left the room to go to the showers. Locking the door behind him. She went ahead and got dressed, her clothes were just loose enough for her to dress herself without too much trouble. Once she was dressed, she climbed back onto the bed, laying on her stomach as she unlocked his phone and went back to scrolling magicam. Despite it being almost noon, she was asleep once more. The phone played a compilation video of funny moments involving some of her favorite video games, she didn't stir until Ace had unlocked the door and entered the room. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sleepy pout she aimed at him for waking her, it was only 2 days after the accident, so she was still a little low on energy. Because of that Trey was tweaking her meals to try and maximize her energy gain, though Ace didn't mind carrying her around. Despite her age he found her pretty light, but he had also been working out in order to keep up better in basketball club and she was weightless compared to his weights. "Sorry, sorry. You can go back to your nap princess; we have some time before we go to the that fair in the city. I'll wake you up when I'm done writing down our plans for today, that way I can just fill in anything extra later." Ace approached his desk, sitting down as he pulled out his assigned diary. The little girl was out cold before he even started to write again, the fair wasn't anything too big. It was a sort of spring festival that had tons of food stalls, games and shops. He wanted to keep her active and distracted so she wouldn't sulk about having to rely on him for everything, as much as he teased her, he knew she was frustrated about being at even less of an advantage than usual. In this state she was relying on him, so he was trying to take the situation seriously even if he would never admit it. To everyone outside of that room, he was a slacker using her to have fun and get out of work. And he preferred it that way, he didn't like the teasing that came with being a try hard.

Deuce

The first-year male smiled, carrying the little girl around on his back as he worked out during gm class. They were just starting class and she had been allowed to stay close, she laid on his back and giggled as she hugged him. Of course, the coach saw it as a great opportunity to work out, Deuce was just worried about making sure she was having fun too. Being as little as she was, there wasn't much she could do, and she always got bored of magicam after a while. She never got bored of playing with him, he'd always spin her around or toss her up and down. He didn't mind playing games with her in the dorm's courtyard, even if some of the other students tried to laugh at him. Trey and Riddle were quick to shut down the nonsense, Cater had loaded Deuce down with first time mommy blogs so he could stay up to date with everything. But he found she was still largely the same person, even if the change affected her in some ways, he still recognized his favorite person. After the work out was done Deuce stood in his assigned spot, (Y/n) sitting comfortably on his hip as her fingers lazily played with the charm on a necklace he wore that day. Seeing as (Y/n) was there the coach decided they would go outside to play kickball that day, figuring it was the safest way for them to earn credit without doing something to traumatize the little girl. And true enough they were all soon on their way out to the kickball field, water bottles and towels in hand. Though Deuce had a little something extra, he had read all the mommy blogs he could and so he had learned to plan ahead. Being the hard worker he was he brought a bag that had things to keep her occupied in it should she get tired of watching kickball, along with a couple bottles of flavored water and plenty of snacks for her to munch on. He even brought a small pillow and blanket so she could be comfortable, as the inside of the school could get kinda cold throughout the day and while it was pretty out, he didn't want her sitting on the bare bleachers.

He was determined to keep her happy and healthy until she was back to normal, even if it could be embarrassing at times, he was starting to enjoy taking care of her. He had developed a bit of a habit though… As he sat the little girl in her spot on the bleachers and got her some stuff out to show her she had options, he took a moment to take a picture, something small he seemed to do just about anywhere. He just thought she was cute, the way she'd sit there smiling flipping through pages of a coloring book. There were some moments he couldn't fight the urge to capture, they did take lots of pictures together when she was in her normal state of existence. But these pictures felt different, they were special cause it was like he was getting to know her when they were little in a way. She brings out his younger kid self, before he started to rebel and get rough. Even if he was the one taking care of her, it almost felt like he needed proof of that feeling that they've known each other forever. She made everything more fun, sure being 4 had to be inconvenient to her but they always managed to keep each other active and happy. Plus, he felt like he was starting to grow, he had to be responsible and think rationally for the both of them. He felt a lot more confident as his growth towards being an honor student showed, as if he hadn't matured the way he did he would have likely lost control of the situation by now. Of course, it helped that she was still kinda herself, he recognized some of her regular mannerisms and they grew even cuter to see her displaying them even now. It soothed some part of him that was tense with anxiety about how long until or even if she can return to normal. Though Crewel did tell him that it was reversable, he still held a pit of anxiety in his chest for those first few days. But now, he was sure they'd manage somehow.

Cater

Cater smiled from where he stood beside 4-year-old (Y/n), the school was hosting a bake sell where everything would be made fresh as sold. The top 3 dorms that makes the most money off their chosen goods receiving a free field trip to a festival in another town, so as usual things were competitive. Heartslabyul had chosen to do several different tarts, it was Cater's job to assemble the fruit ones in a decorative way. Meanwhile (Y/n) got the job of making sure each slice of fruit was about the same shape and size, Trey stood on her other side, cutting the fruit and placing them in a bowl of ice water and lemon for her to sort through. The fruit tarts were to have their fruits shaped like some form of flower, something Cater had learned to do after several videos as the students had all been given a month to practice and prepare. Once Riddle put the last tray of tarts into the oven to bake Cater went about setting out their fresh tarts for display, making sure things were as picturesque as ever. Though before he took the photo the red head had scooped up the little girl, placing her gently by the register on the counter. "There we go, how could anyone resist such a cute little girl and the tarts she helped make." Cater had posted multiple pictures of the little girl helping with each step of the baking process, his followers were eating it up and there was already a large number of people outside of the school gates just waiting to get in. "You think lots of people are gonna come Cay?" The little girl tilted her head, eating some of the fruit slices that were too small to be used for the tarts. The little girl was basically their dorms mascot, given her size and current situation she was allowed to compete as a heartslabyul student. Something proven by the tiny version of the dorm uniform she wore, though it was more of a dorm themed uniform. Her hair had been neatly styled, a black diamond hair pin on the side of her head to hold it all together. "Mhm, your pictures are all really popular. Don't forget you have the most important job princess, you're our mascot, so make sure you have lots of fun. It'll make the tarts taste a lot sweeter." Cater chuckled, reaching over to playfully pinch her cheek.

"I was surprised when you approached me with this idea of having (Y/n) help with advertising, but it seems I underestimated you." Riddle chuckled as he approached the 2, putting his phone away after Trey had him pull up magicam because they were trending. "You shouldn't underestimate the power of cuteness; I keep telling you. Just watch, people love cute kids and ours is the cutest." Cater was quick to scoop the little girl up, spinning around and making her giggle. He didn't care that the other dorms booths were all around, after all a happy child was the cutest child. "You're doing so well helping us, I'll get you something special after this contest is over." The little girl smiled up at him excitedly, Cater always made a point of rewarding her anytime she helped with something. "Can we get macarons from that one bakery again?" She tilted her head inquisitively, her small hands holding onto the front of his shirt. "Sure thing, I've been craving them since the last time. We'll get some dinner first, then we'll settle down in my room and watching some TV while we enjoy our dessert." Cater chuckled, setting her back on the ground and patting her head as he heard the intercom sound the 1-minute warning before the gates would open and let all the customers inside. Ace and Deuce made sure each table had 3 chairs, double checking there were plenty of places to sit and eat aside from the benches that separated their space from the other dorms. "Alright, so what we're gonna do is stand out front and greet people. We gotta talk to them and keep them entertained until it's their turn to order. I'll be right there with you, so no worries." Cater held her hand as he led her to the front of their area, he had a water bottle hooked to the belt on his hip so she wouldn't get thirsty. Just as they got settled the school gates creaked open, large numbers of people began to filter into the area. Some wandered aimlessly, while other more experienced attendees made b-lines for specific dorms. Heartslabyul had quite a large line, but (Y/n) was cheerful as she approached each person with a greeting. Both she and Cater would talk to large groups at a time, asking about their favorite fruits and deserts and what kind of tarts they were wanting to order. By the end of the sell the dorm had sold out, not a single slice of fruit or spec of flour was left. While the others cleaned up Cater got the ok to go ahead and take (Y/n) to get dinner, Trey would handle counting the money with Riddle's help. It wouldn't be til the following Monday that the results would be announced, so after eating they'd have the rest of the night to relax. They managed to just get their macarons before the bakery closed, Cater carried the bag in one arm and little (Y/n) rested on his back. "Today was fun, but that was a lot of people." The little girl yawned, laying her head on his shoulder. "Yeah, that was a lot, but that just means that it's more likely we win. And if we do, then we'll get to go on the field trip. Which includes you since you competed as a member of heartslabyul." Cater chuckled, watching from the corner of his eye as her own eyes started to close. "I hope we win; it'd be fun to go to a festival with you." The little girl giggled, relaxing into the sway of his steps. "Don't worry, when we go I'll show you all kinds of fun." Cater smiled widely, regardless of her size he'd keep his promise for sure.

[fleurelinathehybrid]

💛[Chapter 6: A shameful confession]💛

A lecture and a strong slap on the ear was what Desire got after confessing to their twin what happened next in the prank. For the first time he had seen Despair upset by one of their games, since normally she always agreed with their plans.

— Oh come on! —they complained after rubbing their ear after being pulled by their sister's thumb and index finger. —He's going to thank me, it could improve his relationship with that human.

— Are you an idiot? YOU RUINED IT! —she exclaimed furiously, with her face as red as the heart of the Threshold. —Now there are perfect reasons not to be able to defend you, Desire. You seriously dug your grave. —she murmurs defeated.

—Please, sister. —they insists, stubbornly. —What I put on him isn't going to hurt him. Besides, I doubt he even notices.

A disapproving look from Despair was what Desire got after seeing their twin leave their kingdom. They continued rubbing his ear, very upset. Without a doubt, their twin—despite being somewhat short and chubby—had enough strength to tear it off.

[💛💛💛]

Death was stunned after hearing her brother's confession.

After having an emotional breakdown (started crying) after connecting the dots after asking him about his time being asleep. Dream confessed that he felt hormonally hot, he had barely woken up. He had gotten up, but he was still tired for his work. Within a few minutes after the symptoms of his "heat", he noticed that his partner had fallen asleep. He immediately realized that he had spent a lot of time asleep in the Waking realm.

As soon as he noticed it, he began to feel sexually needy, and he knew perfectly well that soon he would be losing his temper and committing something even greater; he proceeded to enter Hob's dream (just asleep) with the nightgown he was wearing.

He doesn't remember anything that happened during "that" (and whether they took care of each other during the action, because he confessed that he had changed his reproductive appearance for a female one), but what happened triggered him appearing naked in Hob's bed.

—Oh, Dream. —The brunette sighed.

Morpheus, completely embarrassed and terrified sitting in a chair, can't help but start crying. He covered his face with his hands so his sister wouldn't see how pathetic he looked. Once again he felt that his love relationship had gone down the damn drain because of one of his younger brother's pranks. If Hob found out about this, he would surely disown him and think he had forced him to do it.

—Calm down little brother, we will solve it. —Death soothed him, very sweetly as she hugged him and caressed his hair.

—He's going to hate me, Death. *sniff* —he sobbed, burying his face in her chest, making her kiss his hair. —He's going to do it.

Death was somewhat confused by his reaction. She knew very well that Hob was an absolutely understanding and empathetic human being, and he would not be able to judge him for something that was absolutely not his fault.

She proceeded to let his brother continue crying, to let him vent about the situation he was in. When he finally calmed down, she made her brother look her in the eyes face to face. Morpheus's eyelids were red and swollen from having cried so many times in a row. A caress on his cheek calmed his hiccups and the slight trembling of his lips.

—Dream, Hob wouldn't be able to hate you. —she spoke softly, but firmly. —He loves you above all things and all the years he spent alive knowing you.

—But if he finds out… —the King of Dreams said terrified, clenching his jaw to prevent more tears from coming out of his eyes. —I love him, sister. I don't want to lose him.

Death continued with her hug to continue calming him from his self-torture. —You won't lose him, because he also loves you like crazy. But you will prolong your uncertainty if you don't tell him beforehand.

That left Morpheus nervous, and in a slight state of trance. Telling Hob would be deceptively easy if it didn't leave him deathly terrified of how he would react after telling him the whole event.

Unexpectedly, Morpheus feels a slight cramp in his stomach again, making him dizzy and, as expected, feel like vomiting. He quickly ran off, followed by Death behind him, towards the bathroom of his palace. He barely reached the toilet and began to vomit.

—Uh, Dream. —Death begins to speak, worried. —I don't want to alarm you, but it would be wiser for you to take a pregnancy test.

— WHAT?! —Dream exclaimed, and then in seconds, he retched and vomited again. Death caresses his back. —You're kidding me.

—What I want to tell you is that it is very likely that you are pregnant. —says. —Do you really not remember if you used protection when you did it with Hob?

—I already told you no! —he complained, annoyed and panicked. —But it's impossible for me to get pregnant, I only change my external appearance, not my internal appearance!

—It would be unlikely, but not impossible. —said the brunette. —And there's only one way to find out.

She helped his brother clean himself and stay groomed to travel to the human world for the instrument that would be in charge of solving that mystery that awoke in his mind. For Dream, this was humiliatingly embarrassing, and even more so that he would have to confess what was happening to his subjects so as not to worry them and keep his librarian and his raven informed of the matter.

And most importantly, tell his beloved human everything that happened that night. He was terrified.

Completely terrified.

[silverview]

sooo...thinking about fat colin 🫣

so maybe he wasn't before, but after coming home, in the year he spends gaming on david's sofa, he's just so happy to have a reliable supply of comforting familiar martian food for the first time in 10 years. so he doesn't go outside for obvious reasons and he just lolls around the quarters eating david's snacks all day and putting on weight. with the introduction of the franchises there are a lot more varied + fattening food options available, & colin nags david to bring things home for him to sample. his clothes stop fitting so he just stops wearing them, much to david's annoyance. when he finally wants to go outside he has to make david fetch him all new clothes

alternatively: he gained weight while travelling/living with patrick. that's canonically what happened to patrick, so it makes perfect sense for them both to be affected. relationship weight :3 the bgu told him to take whatever he wants and that absolutely applies to food as well – he just starts eating whatever he wants all the time & gains a ton of weight before even making it back to mars, and the bgu likes & encourages it bc it represents his commitment to the philosophy. there are so many amazing exotic cuisines to try & he can go directly to all the best restaurants in the multiverse

alternatively 2: he was always chubby, and like the glasses, it made people see him as more approachable / friend-shaped. surely nobody that soft & squishy could be a ruthless psychopath !

sidebar, not to go into unhinged meta territory as usual, but hayley has a line in her human capital about how earthlings (specifically women) supposedly have more body fat than martians. first, note that culturally, martians regard thinness as desirable – interesting. secondly, a range of possibilities for what this tells us about their biology

hayley is trying to insult hob, based on absolutely nothing, and there is no physical difference between earthlings & martians in this regard

there is generally no physical difference, but hob specifically is actually fat. this possibility intrigues & delights me

martians in general are thinner than earthlings. i don't think we've ever heard anything to officially rule this out. this might be because their diet is different, or something more fundamental to do with the environment. we already know they have lower bone density

martian women specifically have lower body fat than earthling women. absolutely wild about the idea that they might be, very slowly, starting to evolve away from pronounced sex differences. WAY too much in that possibility to unpack right here. much to think about

[gabessquishytum]

(Human au) Chubby Hob going to meet his boyfriend’s siblings for the first time, and he’s nervous.

At this point he’s quite settled and comfortable with the fact that Dream finds him and his size incredibly sexy, but Hob is fully aware that this is not universally agreed with. He’s worried that Dream’s family will judge him poorly for his attraction to someone like Hob, or even use Hob’s weight as the start of some sibling shit-stirring.

Except when they arrive to the Endless family home, the first one to greet them is Desire, who gives Hob a very blatant once-over, before stating with unmistakable envy “Dream, you lucky bastard.”

That’s the most vocal response he gets, but to Hob’s bewilderment (and Dream’s pride), it’s made clear very quickly that every single one of the Endless siblings also finds him and his size incredibly sexy.

It’s up to you if this visit results in Hob x Endless Siblings, or if Hob simply leaves afterwards having very complicated feelings about the fact that apparently his boyfriend’s attraction to his fat is somehow genetic. Either way, Dream is disgustingly smug the entire time about finding Hob first.

-🪽anon

We love chubby Hob, we love chubby Hob being appreciated!!!!

This is such a nice idea. I'm imagining that at some point, Despair ends up talking to Hob and she's like "yeah I had to educate all my siblings on fat liberation and I swear to god if any of them were fatphobic I'd start smacking them, I just didn't anticipate that my lectures would make them appreciate fat people quite as much as this........ welcome to the family lol." And Hob is nothing but grateful for the fact that Despair has apparently hardwired all her siblings to be very respectful and admiring of his body type.

The best thing is none of the siblings are weird about him being fat. Nobody explicitly comments on his body at all. Which is nice, because Hob has been with people in the past who were attracted to his fatness in an almost creepy way, like it was the only interesting thing about him. The Endless siblings aren't like that at all. They just make him feel desirable and sexy and welcomed, making sure that he has a nice time, that he has lots of nice food and drinks. They all pay him attention in a way that makes him blush... but he's not uncomfortable in the least. He kind of likes how he feels when the siblings sigh that they're all still single, while Dream has found such a gorgeous man...

He feels right at home there on the sofa, with Dream’s arms possessively wrapped around him (and hands sneaking under his jumper to enjoy the soft pillow of his belly). Despair and Destruction are squeezed onto the sofa too and its warm and cozy. Death pats Hob’s head in a friendly gesture as she hands out drinks. Destiny tries to teach Delirium how to play a card game. Desire actually has their head in Hob’s lap, as they're splayed out all across the sofa like a contented cat.

Hob feels safe. And he knows for sure that he is loved. If Dream wants to show him off in the future, well... he certainly wouldn't be opposed to that!

[delta-pavonis]

All of this, and for fat, chubby, curvy, and every other version of Hob out there. Never. Ever. Have I felt so okay being in my fat body. Thank you all.

There's two wolves inside you

One of them wants to see as much fanart where Aziraphale is round and big and chubby and soft

The other one doesn't know what to make of it, since Michael is objectively not even that big, but people view his chub and exaggerate it as bigger than it actually is and it makes you feel bad for actually fat individuals and how they are perceived by society

And it's a constant struggle

[merowkittie]

Could you do Hobie Brown x chubby reader

Hobie Brown x Chubby Reader

Warnings: none but fluff <3

Summary: Hobie appreciating your body.

This is gender neutral!

Word bank:

novio = boyfriend

Cariño = darling / dear

que estás haciendo = what are you doing?

Note: it’s short I know but I hope this is sufficient for you <3

It was a lazy day for you two. Miguel didn’t need you, Hobie didn’t feel like overthrowing the government, and you just didn’t want to go on patrol. New York would be fine without you for a day.

It was nice to spend some alone time with your novio once in a while. It was rare you two could just stay in your bedroom in the quietness with your breaths being the only things heard. (Unless Hobie is playing his guitar on max volume.)

His hands sat on your plush stomach, pinching you here and there. His head laid on your chest as your hand cradled the back of his head.

Hobie told you his body ached all over and he was tired after getting injured badly so you’ve been taking care of him all day.

“Cariño, que estás haciendo?” You asked Hobie as his right hand started to grab at your love handles and his left started to grip at the fat of your thigh.

He mumbled something that you couldn’t properly hear. His hands grabbing at you like you were his life source.

“Hm? I can’t hear you, silly.” You giggled at the feeling of his fingers. You were very ticklish and he knew that. You just didn’t know what exactly he was trying to do.

“I can’t feel you up a little, baby punk?” Hobie tilted his head up to look at you. Your face scrunched up at what he said and you rolled your eyes at him, shoving his hands away.

“Weirdo.. why do you wanna do that anyways?” You asked, his hands back at your stomach now, his thumb rubbing the soft skin.

He thought for a second and just shrugged. “Cause I feel like it. I ever tell you how good you looked in the mornin’ ?” He pressed a kiss to your navel.

A groan left your mouth at his words, you could hear him chuckle a bit at that. You were laid out with your locs sprawled out on the pillow underneath you. You had slight bags under your eyes, your lips were probably chapped, and you didn’t brush your teeth yet. The shirt you were wearing was form fitting, outlining your chunky stomach.

Though, Hobie and his ministrations caused your shirt to lift up.

“No.. you’re usually up and out before I wake up sometimes.. or we’re rushing to go to headquarters cause Miguel is yelling at us cause we’re late..” a lazy smirk made its way onto your face at the past times that has in fact happened.

Hobie nodded his head, “Big man is always yipping and yapping. I wonder why he even keeps me around, I don’t listen to em’.”

“You don’t listen to no one, hobs.”

“That’s’ not true.” He pinched your side, “I listen to you.”

[youcanseethecosmos]

for your single dad and nanny au, is there a big conflict or event? or is it going to be hob and dream being domestic and falling for each other?

man after all the bullshit i'm putting those two through in the actors au. the nanny au is just gonna be fluff and babies and corinthian trying and failing to chomp off hob's arm while hob sobs on the phone to dream about how much cori loves him and dream thinking about how much he loves hob amen

[hotcocoabuns]

rewatching episode 6 of sandman when hob and dream reunite in the new inn that hob bought for them in case dream ever returned and to which he signalled to with a dumb little tag pointing from the old place to the current one, them never breaking eye contact for a single moment when they meet (again finally) even while dream’s taking a seat in front of hob and his smile is so big and cheeky while hob just looked so relieved and happy to be there with him, probably thinking: the wait and acquisition of a new pub nearby was worth it after all because he got to see his beautiful stranger once more no matter the 32 year delay cuz dream’s looking at hob like he has a whole new understanding of his immortal man and the relationship they share because he has now just begun to understand that his perception of humankind and companionship has been deeply morphed by this relentless individual’s will to keep living and seeing him and—

[ALT-TEXT: a meme of a parakeet looking at a chubby and comically distorted reflection of itself in a mirror and a text that reads: “you look even gayer from here”]

[that-mean-ginger-kid]

I love that everyone has immediately decided that Hob is a chubby guy with chest hair.

[zzoomacroom]

Fic: Golden Hour

Dreamling, One-Shot, Retired Dream, Mpreg, Fluff & Smut, 2300 words

Happy Dreamling Week! Here’s my fic for the Tuesday, June 4th prompts “painting” and “massage,” as well as the Saturday 8th prompt “sunrise/sunset.” Big thanks to the mods @mr-sadman for putting this event together! 💗💗💗

This is part of my Retired Dream Mpreg AU, Love Ain’t for Keeping. As of posting this fic, I’ve only posted the first chapter of “Rain Is Coming Down, but the Clouds Will Surely Pass”, but this one takes place in between chapters 4 and 5, so consider this a sneak preview.

If you haven’t read the other fics in this series, here’s what you need to know: Morpheus is about three years into his retirement, he and Hob are married, and they’re having a baby. Morpheus is six and a half months pregnant at this point, Hob has gained some weight, and they’re both insanely horny about each other. That’s pretty much it tbh.

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Summary: Morpheus paints Hob in the nude, then Hob fingers him and rubs his feet. That’s it, that’s the whole fic.

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022), The Sandman (Comics)

Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling

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Additional tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Fluff and Smut, Painting, Massage, Foot Massage, Retired Dream, Human Dream, Trans Dream, Mpreg, Pregnancy, Weight Gain, Chubby Hob, Bear Hob Appreciation, Body Image Issues, Married Dreamling, They love each other, they are unhinged for each other, smut, vaginal fingering, Dream has a vulva, praise kink

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“Stay still,” Morpheus murmurs, his brow furrowing as he glances back and forth between the canvas in front of him and his subject, who is sprawled nude on the sofa.

“Sorry,” Hob replies with a penitent smile. He ceases tapping his fingers on his thigh and relaxes back into the cushions, which have been draped with a velvety burgundy throw that complements the healthy tan of his skin.

Morpheus pauses his task of blending the perfect shade of dusky rose to match his husband’s nipples, setting down his palette and resting his hand on the protruding dome of his belly. There is a flurry of movement beneath his palm, accompanied by a now-familiar fluttering and tumbling sensation. The baby has been particularly lively today, and between that and standing in front of his easel for the last hour, Morpheus is growing weary. His neck is sore from hunching over the canvas, and his feet are swollen and achy, but the painting is almost finished.

It is the golden hour, just before sunset, and Morpheus is determined to finish this piece now, while the light is perfect. Bold rays of sunshine stream through the window of their sitting room above the New Inn, and Hob looks utterly resplendent swathed in the dazzling beams of gold and bronze. The light ignites sparks of copper in his beard and in the forest of dark hair on his chest and thighs. The sunlight adores Hob, kisses him reverently and renders him into something holy.

He is too exquisite to depict accurately, at least not with such insufficient means as oil on canvas. Were Morpheus still the King of Dreams, he would craft a dream of eternal love and beauty based on the vision before him, one that would inspire passion in dreamers and reduce even Desire to tears. Alas, Morpheus is only a man now, and this imperfect likeness will have to suffice.

He layers strokes of sienna and umber over planes of rosy flesh tones, accentuating the shadow of Hob’s belly where it swells above his heavy prick, which rests elegantly against his thick, furred thigh. Hob’s body has changed almost as much as Morpheus’ in the last few months; “sympathy weight,” as Matthew had said. While Morpheus is not altogether pleased with his own appearance at present, he was surprised to find himself feeling very enthusiastic about his husband’s new physique. His appreciation for Hob’s body is something base and carnal, something foreign and yet innate to this new human form—it seems he is hard-wired to crave warmth and softness, safety and shelter, and Hob offers all of those things, freely and in abundance.

Hob has always been a handsome man; Morpheus acknowledges that he has been attracted to him since 1789, at least. The first time they made love, Morpheus had delighted in his strong, solid build and the lush hair that blankets most of his body. He had been mildly surprised, however, to see that Hob was so spare—not as slight as Morpheus, but lean and wiry, with an alluringly trim waist. Now, though...Hob has filled out considerably, and Morpheus...likes it. Very much. He does, of course, love and desire his husband regardless of any trivial physical changes, but he can admit that he has. A preference. For this “dad bod,” as Hob so aptly calls it.

Morpheus continues to paint, hastily peppering in dots of vermilion and amber in an attempt to capture the brilliant blaze of the dying sun as it bedecks his lover in its radiance. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, stretches his neck and shoulders, and he sees that Hob is watching him intently while he works, tracking each subtle motion with a flick of his eyes.

“Time for a break, do you think? Starting to get a bit restless here, love,” Hob says with a soft chuckle.

Morpheus is grateful that Hob did not insinuate that he is the one who needs a break, even though he undoubtedly sees how tired Morpheus is. He knows that this is...something he must work on. But it does not come easily to him, admitting that he has. Vulnerabilities. Weaknesses. Human needs. It is difficult for Morpheus to...allow himself to be taken care of. To be loved. But Hob wants only to love and care for him, and he is exceptionally skilled at both. Morpheus is. Learning. To accept this. To accept his own humanity, for all the struggles and joys that it holds.

“I am almost finished,” Morpheus replies, frowning at the canvas. “Five more minutes.”

“Alright, but I’m holding you to it,” Hob smiles. “Can’t believe you still want to paint me, now that I’ve let myself go.”

Morpheus rolls his eyes and sighs heavily. This conversation again. “Beloved, how many times must I tell you that you are more beautiful than ever? I wish you would not speak ill of yourself.”

“You know,” Hob says loftily, with a raise of his eyebrow, “I could point out that we could go tit for tat on that matter. But I’ll be the bigger man—literally and figuratively, in this case—and say that you’re right, darling. And I’m sorry. I’ll stop.”

Morpheus smiles and huffs fondly, shaking his head as he returns to his work. It is nearly complete—he only needs to fix this swirl of chest hair, that charming streak of silver that runs from his sideburn to his beard and gleams in the rapidly fading sunlight. If Hob will not take his words to heart, then Morpheus must show him, through the painting, how magnificent he is. How splendid, how adored.

“It is done,” Morpheus announces almost precisely five minutes later.

Hob’s face instantly lights up as he leaps from the sofa and strides over to Morpheus. Hob is always so fascinated by Morpheus’ art, so enthusiastic and supportive of all of his endeavors. Even when he does not see the beauty of the work’s subject.

Hob stands beside Morpheus and gazes at the painting with the same look of wonder and reverence that he always has when seeing one of his works for the first time. He looks even more affected by this one, and his voice wobbles when he speaks. “It’s gorgeous, dove. I...I can’t believe this is really how you see me.”

“It is. Not quite what I see when I look at you,” Morpheus replies, rubbing his sore neck and stifling a wince. “Your beauty is too great to be expressed through such a mundane medium. But. I suppose...this does come close.”

“Y’know, it never stops being weird, hearing that from the most gorgeous being in the universe. But as always, I’ll take your word for it, darling.” Hob moves to stand behind him and begins massaging his neck and shoulders, kneading out the tension and leaving behind gentle kisses in its place. It’s so good that Morpheus could cry—the way Hob touches him, like he infuses every caress with all of his love and devotion, is...divine. Morpheus has met gods, has known ecstasy that would shatter mortal minds, and yet nothing compares to the simple bliss of his husband’s touch.

Hob comes closer, pressing himself to Morpheus’ back and hooking his chin over his shoulder. He wraps his arms around Morpheus’ middle, cradling his belly and stroking gently. Morpheus leans his head back against Hob’s shoulder and lets his eyes fall closed. He is nude as well (clothing has become a nuisance at this stage of his pregnancy), and he revels in the warmth of Hob’s skin against his own, the soft cushion of his belly and the pleasant scratch of chest hair against his bare back.

Hob’s hands begin to explore lower, probing between Morpheus’ legs and running a teasing finger down his slit, eliciting a sharp inhale from Morpheus. He spreads open the folds of his cunt and circles his thumb around his clit, humming approvingly all the while.

“Oh, sweetheart. You’re so wet,” Hob whispers into Morpheus’ neck. “Is this just from staring at me for the last hour?”

Morpheus has a snappy comeback to that, but it vanishes from his mind and dies on his lips as Hob dips two fingers inside his slick entrance and presses his thumb to his clit. Morpheus moans and grinds backwards against him, wanting his lover as close as possible. He feels a twitch of interest where Hob’s cock rubs against the cleft of his arse, but he is still soft; they had just finished making love for the second time today when Morpheus had dragged Hob to the sitting room to finish his painting. No matter. Morpheus can be patient, especially when Hob is working a third finger inside him, kissing his jaw and whispering sweet praise and debauched filth in his ear.

Hob’s fingers move faster, stroking his g-spot and clit simultaneously, and the wet, squelching noise it makes is absolutely obscene. “You look so beautiful like this. Can you come for me, love?” Morpheus’ head falls back against Hob’s shoulder as he reaches his peak with a shuddering whine. “That’s it, darling. Oh, you’re doing so well. So perfect,” Hob croons. Morpheus sobs and comes again at the praise, and Hob coaxes him through it, soothing and petting his belly with his free hand. He slowly pulls his fingers free from the clenching grasp of Morpheus’ hot, tight cunt and brings them to his lover’s mouth. Morpheus opens eagerly at the gentle press of Hob’s thumb against his lips, and he sucks his fingers into his mouth with a contented hum, diligently licking away every trace of his own spend.

“Mm, just like that, love. So beautiful,” Hob murmurs, turning Morpheus around in his arms and licking into his mouth, kissing him deeply and chasing the salty-sweet taste on his tongue. Morpheus leans into his husband’s embrace, feeling rather dizzy and weak in the knees after all that. Hob takes his weight easily, wrapping an arm around his waist and guiding him to the sofa. “I’ve got you, my love. I’ve got you. Shh, it’s alright. You just lie down and I’ll be back in a tick.” Hob maneuvers him into a supine position on the sofa, and Morpheus’ mind is currently too fuzzy to do anything but admire the view of Hob’s shapely backside as he heads towards their bedroom.

Hob returns moments later, smelling of the jasmine-scented hand soap from the bathroom and carrying the lavender lotion that Morpheus likes. He has also put on joggers, which Morpheus is less pleased about. Hob sits at the opposite end of the sofa and pulls Morpheus’ feet into his lap. Morpheus cannot hold back the decadent groan that escapes from his mouth when Hob starts to rub the lotion into his aching soles, soothing away the pain and pressing tender kisses to each toe.

Before Hob, no one had ever touched Morpheus’ feet. It had never occurred to him, and he never would have allowed it. But he wishes now that he had experienced this when he still had the power to craft dreams; the sensuality and intimacy of this simple pleasure would have made a lovely fantasy. In many ways, it is as enjoyable as sex. Well. Almost as enjoyable.

Morpheus loses himself to the sensation, indulging in the worshipful touch that Hob so lovingly bestows on him. He is just beginning to doze when he hears a snort of laughter from Hob. He cracks one eye open and gives a questioning hum.

“I was just thinking,” Hob says with a grin. “We’re going to have to hide all of these when your sister comes to visit.” He jerks his head towards the corner of their sitting room that has more or less become a shrine to Hob; there are paintings, sketches, and sculptures in various styles and media. Most are nude, and some are merely depictions of his genitals. Though Morpheus was once married to Calliope, it is safe to say that he has another muse these days.

“It is nothing she has not seen before,” Morpheus replies with a lazy shrug. “My sister’s sensibilities are not so delicate; you should see the parties that Desire throws.”

“Thanks, but I’d rather not,” Hob laughs. “And I’d also rather not let my sister-in-law see these incredibly accurate and lifelike sculptures of my cock, if you don’t mind.”

“The sculptures do not do the subject justice. And you have never objected to Matthew seeing them.”

“Sure, but that’s different. I don’t give a toss what Matthew thinks. Besides, he’s objected plenty. He avoids that side of the room like the plague, and haven’t you noticed he’s been coming in through the kitchen window lately?”

“Very well,” Morpheus relents with an exaggerated sigh, “I suppose that is fair, my husband.”

“Thank you, darling,” Hob says, leaning over to place a kiss to his husband’s rounded belly.

“But you will have to find a place to store them. Perhaps you can clean out the closet, as you have been promising to do for months,” Morpheus adds, raising his eyebrows pointedly.

Hob groans and slumps over into Morpheus’ lap, like a puppet with its strings cut. “Alright, fine, you win. Damn, foiled by my own modesty.”

Morpheus scoffs and fixes Hob with a deadpan glare. “Hob. You have no modesty.”

Hob bursts out laughing at that and, without warning, grabs Morpheus by the ankles and hauls him into his lap. He growls playfully, and Morpheus’ surprised shriek quickly turns into hoarse, croaking laughter as Hob tickles his sides and nips at his throat. He collapses on top of his husband, capturing his mouth in an ardent kiss. They remain there, locked in a passionate embrace and oblivious to everything but each other as the last embers of the sun are extinguished and replaced with the dreamy glow of street lamps.

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