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Day 10 - Pine [Human AU]

[AO3]

Dream purses his lips, ignoring the deep brown eyes staring into him as he puts eyeliner around them. How someone named Robert Gadling, much less with the nickname of Hob, became a renowned model with names like that ― well, he found out when it was time to work with him.

It would’ve been easier if Hob Gadling was like the normal models he worked with ― usually with an attitude, being a bit of bitch ― which is fine, since he’s not exactly nice himself. But Hob is nice and pleasant and has made the crew of the photoshoot burst into laughter countless times since it’s started, and the part of him that isn’t wildly attracted to the man, hates him on principle. 

“Thank you,” Hob says, earnestly as lined eyes blink at him, and Dream pauses as he gets out a mascara.

“What for?” He asks, neutral as touches the stubble of Hob’s jaw, and Dream tries not to think about how soft the brown-grey beard is as he applies the mascara with precision.

“For making me look pretty,” Hob replies, and Dream feels his face heat as he scowls, raising an eyebrow once the mascara’s done.

“Are you fishing for compliments?” He asks, voice cold as he gets out a shiny lip gloss, and he’s stopped by warm hands covering his, thumbs softly rubbing the inside of his wrist, and Dream resists the urge to shiver, the spiky leather jacket and fishnet shirt underneath showing copious amounts of hair on Hob’s chest, and, right, this is why he was looking so pointedly at Hob’s face. Not that it was any better. The ripped leather jeans and clunky black boots, with Hob’s knees pressing into his legs is also ― not better. 

“This isn’t my usual style, I’m more―” one of Hob’s hand gestures, “fancy menswear than this, so it’s a bit nerve-wracking.” 

Dream purses his lips, his hatred melting in the face of Hob’s honesty, “it’ll be fine,” he says, tone clipped. “Now shut up so I can put this on you,” at this, Hob’s mouth shuts, brown eyes rueful as they stare at him. Dream ruthlessly pushes down the part of him that desperately wants to climb into Hob’s lap and mess up his freshly applied makeup, or even hear what Hob sounds like in the throes of pleasure, his own hands in that dark hair, in the thatch of chest hair, black eyes staring down at him as he― 

Make-up finally done, Hob goes off to the scene, and Dream’s heart tries its best to calm down as he looks at Hob, pining for the warmth that was so close ― before he shakes his head and turns his back to clean his area.

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Day 16 - Size Queen

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“Move,” Dream rasps, black-nailed claws digging into Hob’s upper arms, and Hob does move ― pulling Dream on top of him, and the groan, Dream’s starlit eyes opening up to stare at him petulantly.

“How about you move instead,” he teases, putting his hands on Dream’s soft waist, and Dream lets out a whine, Hob’s ― sizeable ― dick still inside Dream, and Hob can see the tip of it in Dream’s belly, bulging slightly. Hob touches it reverently, and Dream groans, pulling off his cock with effort, and Hob’s breath vanishes as Dream slowly starts to ride him.

Hob gapes, watching as Dream grinds himself down, the pale of Dream’s neck and jaw an amazing sight as Dream moans, and Hob doesn’t even realise that he’s getting hard again, and getting bigger, until Dream lets out a wail, velvet walls clenching around his cock.

“Beautiful,” he says somehow, as the black claws grab onto his chest hair, tugging him in place as Dream alters the position, taking a few more times until Dream comes with a shiver, choking out his name as he does.

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Day 12 - Model AU [Human AU]

[AO3] Continuation of Pine, aka model Hob!

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“You’re not like the other models I work on,” Dream says, lips loose from the few shots he’s had, and Hob, in normal clothes ― only a shirt and jeans, not in the ‘fancy menswear’ that Dream had looked up, and furtively jerked off too at seeing Hob so cleaned up, in fitted suits and rakish smirks. And not the recent one today, which had Hob in more biker than punk, many silver ear cuffs and fingerless leather gloves which Dream did not pointedly think about as he puts on only a minimal amount of makeup, Hob’s stare intense ― 

Hob laughs, pulling him out of his thoughts, still looking devastating, “too nice?” Hob asks, grinning brightly, “I can be a bastard, just not to those working,” Hob knocks his shoulder.

“I find that hard to believe,” Dream mutters, fingers fidgeting as Hob chuckles again, leaning against him, a warm length along his side.

“Do you want to find out?” Hob asks, eyebrows rising with a teasing look ― and surely the implication isn’t there, but he finds it hard to refute when Hob grabs his wrist, a finger pressing into his jumping pulse. Hob’s brows rise even more, and Dream nods as he’s pulled along until they end up in a relatively dark spot of the club, and Dream touches Hob’s beard as he’s pushed gently to the wall.

“Well?” He says, breathless as Hob’s gaze flicks over him, the hunger almost tangible. Hob’s mouth, his breath is near his, and they share a tiny kiss ― then a longer one, and Dream moans as he puts his hands into Hob’s hair, soft to the touch.

Hob’s body against his is searing, and Dream whines as the kiss deepens, getting dirtier and messier as one of Hob’s hands goes up his chest, the other gripping his neck. The kiss ends with a gasp, and sound rushes back to Dream’s ears as Hob nibbles at his jaw, going up to the shell of his ear, and Dream can only whine at the hot breath. “At work today, with you putting all that on me,” Hob says, voice low and deep as the hand on his chest goes lower.

Dream shudders, closing his eyes as he grips onto Hob’s shoulders.

“Could only think about how pretty you are, with all your pretty eyeliner and those lips,” Hob hums, a calloused hand reaching into Dream’s jeans, and Dream arches into it blindly, “kept thinking about fucking you over that counter, destroying all that expensive makeup as you beg for it.” 

Gasping, Dream pants, hiding his burning face in Hob’s hair, the images Hob eliciting making his cock ache, not helped by Hob’s hand, slow and sure and steady― 

“And everyone else could only listen, since I am the model, probably jealous that I’m fucking you instead of them, as I try to my best to make that eyeliner run, hand in your hair to force to look at yourself in that mirror,” Hob says, and Dream ― shudders, cock twitching desperately in Hob’s hand. 

“Hob,” he cries out, friction and pleasure constant, so constant that it’s maddening, never reaching the peak. 

“Make you a mess, blubbering and needy, probably shaking after I’m done with you, but still having to fix up my makeup after so I can get back to work,” Hob muses, hand on Dream’s cock still ― the same ― and then Hob’s hand, his body is gone, and Dream shivers at the lack of warmth, leaning against the wall heavily as he gasps for breath. “I’ll see you later, Dream,” Hob says with a wink, leaning in to peck his lips, and Dream reaches for him with no luck. “Big day at work tomorrow,” Hob says, smiling at him as he leaves. 

Dream slides down the wall, dick aching as he touches his lips.

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Day 19 - "Never thought about it"

[AO3]

Entering Hob’s apartment, through the door this time, and with Hob in tow, he pulls off his coat to hang up on the coat rack ― and Hob lets out a swear, apparently having banged his shin on the coffee table, brown eyes wide as they stare at Dream. He just blinks in return, gliding over to sit on the sofa. “Um. The, uh. You look,” Hob wheezes, eventually sitting next to him. 

“I assume you mean I look well,” Dream drawls, the black harness on his chest the only thing there. Plus, the many tiny chains going across his chest, connecting at the centre, and Hob’s eyes drift down to his pants, leather with lace-up sides, showing his skin through them, then platform boots on his feet.

“You―you do, um, ah,” Hob flounders, gaping at him, “you. Um. Very nice,” the other man nods, fingers twitching until they’re put under Hob’s legs, and Dream only blinks. 

“You’ve never thought of how I look?” He asks innocently, tasting a passing daydream of Hob’s, over 600 years old, changing with each century as Hob met him, of pulling off the various dark clothes to see if his stranger is as pale underneath― 

“Never thought about it,” Hob lies.

“Truly? Not even after 1789?” He asks, and Hob’s next daydream is potent, well-tread and moorish as his stranger looks at him with such hunger, and Hob would be a knight in shining ― or tarnished, depending on how he feels ― armour, of kissing his stranger right then, don’t think his stranger would mind if he was fucked against their private table― 

“No,” Hob lies again, licking his lips, and Hob lets out a tiny sound as Dream leans forward, resting his head on his hand, the chains of harness jingling lightly as he moves ― and now Hob’s daydreams are filled with a pale chest, pink nipples and putting his hands under the chains, wants to put his fingers into the sides of Dream’s pants, the lace-up a tease of pale skin, wants to hear what sounds he can wring out, watching those chains heave with Dream’s breath as he― 

“How disappointing. And after all that effort to dress up, too,” Dream says, leaning closer to tug at the collar of Hob’s leather jacket, and he watches under his lashes as Hob twitches, face turning red.

“I mean, you always look nice, of course, always, surely you know that already,” Hob fumbles, stilling as Dream’s finger goes down the edge of his jacket slowly, and Dream can feel Hob’s shuttered breaths as he does. 

Dream hums, frowning, “maybe I wanted you to notice,” he offers, giving Hob a small smirk, “and maybe give me something else that’s not a ‘very nice,’” he says, close enough to feel Hob’s breath on his face.

“I’ll give you something else alright―” Hob’s daydreams are a flurry, only one thing clear, before Hob pulls him in by the harness, other hand going to his hair as he’s being kissed deeply.

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Day 1 - Pirate AU [Human AU]

[AO3] Continuation of "Better safe than sorry" and Fighting Kink, pirate captain Hob & ex-noble Dream!

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Morpheus groans as he walks down into the cabins, going to his room. Well, technically Hob’s room, but it’s not like he wants to get another room anyway. Between working out some inventory with Lucienne and then raiding a small ship for their things, then more inventory, then cleaning, he’s exhausted as he steps into his room, briefly passing Hob at his desk with a map, talking quietly to himself as Morpheus collapses onto the bed. 

He dozes lightly, listening to Hob’s low mutterings and a party on deck, as well as the sound of light waves around the boat. Hob’s muttering stops, and soon after there’s a weight next to him on the bed, “your hair’s getting longer,” Hob hums, fingers stroking through his now shoulder-length hair, which is getting curly and wavy from the length, and lack of products. 

“Should get it cut,” he says with a pout, groaning as Hob tugs on it, hair twirling around his hand as Hob leans down.

“I like it, good for pulling,” Hob says, tugging his hair more and he groans, arching up as his cock twitches. “My poor little noble, working so hard all day,” Hob whispers, and Morpheus’s face heats, a burst of energy coming with his growing arousal as he leans up to kiss Hob, his hands managing to get under Hob’s shirt to touch the chest hair there.

“Does this mean I can just lay here while you have your wicked way with me?” He asks.

Hob kisses him, laughing into his mouth and Morpheus whines as Hob pulls him back by his hair, scalp aching. “Definitely not, my little Dream,” Morpheus chokes at the nickname, still so new and making him shiver. “You have to work very hard for me,” Hob’s eyes are dark, and Morpheus can only think that whatever Hob has in store for him would be worth even more exhaustion and aches.

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Day 31 - "I think not" [Human AU]

[AO3]

Dream scowls, listening to Hob easily squirrel out information they need across the room, earwig letting him hear clearly as Hob laughs and gestures. Out of the corner of his eye, Dream sees someone approach, and he swallows a sigh, prickly demeanour not doing its job as―“would you like to―”

“No,” he cuts off simply, glancing at the woman with glare, who quickly leaves. Dream crosses his arms, watching as the mark they’re getting info from laughs easily with Hob, a hand coming up to touch Hob’s arm, and Dream swallows down envy this time, thinking briefly of touching the white fabric of Hob’s arm so casually ― usually it’s more sudden dragging and life and death. Another person approaches, and Dream briefly looks at the ceiling of the ballroom to not kill―”hey, so―”

“I think not. Go away,” he scowls, and the person walks away with some scathing remarks ― and, finally, finally the conversation that he was listening to wraps up, and Dream sighs, watching as Hob makes his way back. “Can we go now? People kept trying to talk to me,” he frowns as Hob laughs. 

“I don’t understand why. Who would think of talking to such a sourpuss,” Hob chirps, hands going to press his forehead up, and Dream scowls. “Well, we have what we need, so I guess,” Hob says, brown eyes sparkling.

“You guess?” He says flatly, unimpressed. 

Hob shrugs, looking away from him as Hob grabs him, dragging them upstairs of the huge house ― mansion ― they’re in, “I want to look around.” 

“Our job is done,” Dream stresses, relaxing as they hide from wandering security into a big bedroom. 

“And what? We go back to the hotel? Already?” Hob lets out a displeased sound, sitting on the edge of the bed and putting his head on his hand. “You’re the most boring spy I’ve ever gone on a mission with!” 

“I’m not boring,” Dream crosses his arms, sitting down next to Hob. 

“Absurdly boring and by-the-book,” Hob says, voice solemn as he nods, and Dream ― Dream is so irritated, so annoyed by the people trying to talk to him, by Hob’s ― attractiveness, mainly, so casually handsome that it makes up a lot of his anger for today― 

Dream growls, anger and irritation as he leans forward, grabbing the white lapels of Hob’s coat as Dream ― kisses the other spy, rough and biting, Hob letting out a surprised sound.

“An improvement,” Hob breathes between kisses, a hand going up to Dream’s hair and tugging it roughly, making Dream moan as he covers Hob’s body, searing hot, mind working even as his hand cups Hob’s cock, squeezing it until Hob whines. 

“You’re a prick,” Dream bites Hob’s stubbled jaw, feeling the other man laugh as Dream’s other hand goes under a white dress shirt.

“Maybe I am, but I’m not the one who was giving me fuck-me eyes since we started this mission,” Hob points out, and Dream scowls, feeling his face heat as he kneads at Hob’s cock, feeling it harden under his hand ― until he’s suddenly not touching Hob, pinned by the other man, who grins down at him, “you’re so wound up, Dream, let me help you out,” Hob says, their breath mingling and Dream’s pulse spikes.

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Day 30 - Stretched

[AO3]

Hob groans as he walks into his bedroom, brain scrambled even as he did a full day of lectures. “Hob?” A voice says, and Hob pauses, finally spotting the long streak of ― white, the back of Dream on display. “I thought you would be more,” Dream tilts his head, head resting on his hand, “should I put my clothes back on?”

“No,” Hob wheezes, walking closer as he sits on the edge of the bed, staring unashamedly as Dream stretches out, pink lips pouting. “I,” taking a deep breath, there’s a smell of cold mountain air as he takes off his jacket, reaching out to trace up Dream’s spine. Dream hums, eyes edging on starry black-blue as Hob’s fingers go down to his arse. “So, what was the plan?” 

Dream lets out a gust of breath, “you see me and fall into animalistic, carnal lust. Instead you didn’t even notice me until I spoke,” Dream laments, and Hob watches greedily as Dream turns around, at the pale skin and― 

“Never too late for that carnal lust,” he swallows, licking his lips as he stares at the contrasting black hair on Dream’s chest, going down to his cock, and Hob can definitely feel an interest rising, like he’s coming out of a fugue state as his hands go to Dream’s chest, flicking pink nipples. 

“And here I was worried,” Dream purrs, and Hob can almost see the way long black lashes flutter as Dream’s hip twitch up, cock filling as Hob continues to tug pink nipples, already pebbled. “Perhaps you were sick.”

Hob laughs, feeling Dream’s hands go under his shirt, gripping him by the waist to pull him over Dream’s thighs, “no. Just. A day,” he sighs, leaning down to nip at Dream’s lips, his fingers pressing into the black chest hair as Dream arches up against him, brain clearing of anything but pleasure as they kiss.

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Day 26 - Sand

[AO3]

Dream appears in Hob’s living room, who graces him with a smile as he stands up. “Hello, H… what?” Dream frowns, confused as Hob doesn’t greet him with a kiss, instead looking at the floor.

“You’ve been leaving sand,” Hob points out, and Dream scowls, ready to say that no, I do not leave sand, but is stopped as he sees the tiniest grains of it on the floor. Aggrieved, Dream vanishes the sand away with a tiny gesture and a scowl. 

“Are today’s cleaning implements not enough for motes of sand?” Dream says, and Hob huffs, finally leaning in to kiss him, warm hands going grab his waist. 

“I just think I shouldn’t clean up my partner’s mess, when he’s entirely capable of doing it himself,” Hob says, nipping down his jaw and throat, and Hob lets out a breath as they flop onto the sofa, “and then we can easily do other things without my brain my screeching at me for those ‘motes of sand,’” Hob affects a deep tone, mimicking Dream’s voice at the end and Dream pouts.

“Your brain needs to be quiet,” Dream points out, sitting up on Hob’s lap, feeling the hardness of Hob’s arousal against him, Hob’s expression full of awe and wonder as Dream pulls off Hob’s jacket and shirt, putting his hands into the other’s chest hair. 

“No arguments from me,” Hob breathes, warm hands trailing up Dream’s sides, Dream’s shirt being taken off as Dream leans down, black lacquered nails scratching at Hob’s chest and nipples as they kiss, slow and deep ― and Dream takes an unneeded gasp as Hob starts to grind up, pressing against his arse.

“Good,” he says imperiously, licking Hob’s stubble, the sensation pleasant as Hob whines, head arching to the side, “now, my Hob, what will we do with all that time?”

Hob lets out a giggle, squeezing his hips tightly, “why, take over the world, of course!” Confused, Dream stops, leaning back to tilt his head as Hob falls into a fit of laughter. “It’s a joke, I’m kidding, don’t worry about it,” Hob is still laughing as he’s pulled into another kiss, “it was right there,” Hob mutters, more to himself and Dream brushes past Hob’s odd references ― because of the hand going into his pants, cupping his arse before a finger goes inside his hole.

“Stop focusing on your weird references and focus on what’s important,” Dream admonishes, nipping at Hob’s ear, and Hob chuckles, the sound pleasant and Dream licks at Hob’s stubble to resist catching Hob’s jubilant mood. 

“Of course. I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” Hob says gravely, briefly chuckling after, and Dream bites at Hob’s throat as another finger enters him.

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Day 24 - "See what happens" [AU]

[AO3]

“What’s a pretty fairy doing in a place like this?” A voice asks, and Dream twitches, scowling, his lacey black wings fluttering in annoyance as he glares at the man ― attractive, and smelling overwhelmingly of werewolf to Dream’s senses. “Sorry, sorry. I know that look,” the man winks as he sits down next to him, smile bright and clothes alarmingly casual, considering Dream’s harness and leather pants. “The good old I sense a mangy werewolf dog, and other such things.” 

Dream flinches, the man’s voice cheerful even as he says it. “I meant no offence,” he offers quietly, and the man laughs, warmth emanating from him as he orders a drink, and Dream stares at the blue wristband, the meaning clear in the club they’re at. “I am Dream,” he says, leaning in, and the werewolf stares at him, , brown eyes serious for a moment, no doubt having his own thoughts of Dream sharing his name. 

“Dream,” the werewolf repeats, and Dream’s insides tingle pleasantly at the way his name is said. “I’m Hob,” the man ― Hob, offers with a smile, putting a hand out, and Dream takes a moment to stare, then shake it. “Really? No-one else around here catch your interest?” 

Dream looks around the room, at the variety of others ― succubi, demons, sirens, fairies, vampires, so many other types of creatures ― “not really, no.” 

Hob tilts his head, ordering a shot of tequila and slamming it down easily, “usually I have more luck in human clubs, though that has its own problems,” Hob muses, and Dream ― can’t find it in himself to be annoyed as Hob talks, the man’s voice nice. “People always talk big game and degrading dog comparisons until they see that they won’t be the one dominating if it goes further.”

Dream frowns and shows his own wristband ― green, and raises an eyebrow as Hob stills. “That will not be a problem.” 

“Oh,” Hob breathes. “Well. I mean. I’m game if you are. See what happens?” 

“I would be amenable to that,” he says, and Hob huffs out a laugh, a hand hovering near his wrist in question, with Dream putting it closer until Hob grasps it, fingers callused and scarred. 

“Amenable,” Hob repeats, grin showing a hint of fang as Dream is unceremoniously pulled up, and they start walking to one of the private rooms. “Traffic light system okay?” Hob frowns, leaning against the doorframe, “wait, do you―”

“Yes, that is fine,” Dream cuts in, sighing, and Hob looks bashful.

“Right, that was stupid of me,” Hob groans and opens the door. “So, what’re you after? Hard or soft? Any preferences?” 

“I do not mind roughness ― though, soft near my wings, please,” he answers, and Hob nods, leaning close enough to feel the other’s breath, a question in his gaze, and Dream leans forward, kissing the other man softly. It’s soft, getting to know each other as his hands go to Hob’s jaw, moaning at the stubble there ― and Dream gasps, arousal a flash of lightning as Hob tugs his hair roughly, ending the kiss, door closing with a bang.

“Well, how do you feel about crawling to the bed?” Hob asks, and Dream swallows, kneeling to the floor as Hob lets go of him. Hob’s gaze is almost palpable as he does what was ordered. “Good,” Hob says, voice rough and Dream represses a shiver, “tell me as soon as you don’t like something, we can do something else. So. Colour?” Hob asks, going over to the wall of various sex toys the club provides, and Dream’s cock twitches as a cock ring is picked up.

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Day 20 - Red

[AO3] Continuation of "Better safe than sorry" > Fighting Kink > Pirate AU, with more pirate captain Hob and ex-noble Dream!

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Morpheus sighs, rubbing his eyes and hoping that he washed the onion tears out of them, though he still probably smells like the kitchen as he walks back to his room. Groaning, he finds Hob ― at the desk, maps and sheets of papers on it, and Morpheus just drops to his knees, putting his head on the other’s lap. “Mervyn is the worst,” he says, muffled by Hob’s trousers, a new and rich red from a recent raid. 

Hob huffs, and there’s eventually fingers twining through his hair, making him moan happily. “He’s a bit intense, but the food always turns out good,” Hob says, chair scraping back as Hob’s hands frames his face, “was I too rough with you last night?” Hob looks at him with concern.

“Definitely not,” he says imperiously, resting his arms on Hob’s thighs. The twinges from last night were a sweet pain compared to the cutting of vegetables. Pouting, he shows his hands, all new fresh nicks on top of old ones, as well as the calluses, and Morpheus increasingly spends time mourning the lotions and fancy things of his old life, before it passes.

“Such a hard-working man,” Hob smiles, hands grasping his own to press light kisses onto the fresh cuts. More kisses are pressed onto his knuckles, and Morpheus relaxes as Hob pulls him up, arms going around the other’s shoulders as they share a lazy kiss. 

Morpheus groans, pushing up until he’s sitting on Hob’s lap, the desk chair creaking under their weight, as his hands go into Hob’s hair, grown long enough to be tied up with a red bow, which falls out under Morpheus’s fingers. 

“My Dream,” Hob breathes, hands digging into his waist and Morpheus shivers, one of Hob’s hand going into his pants, rough hands stroking him deftly, and he moans. “Does this mean I can be rough with you again? Is that what you want?” 

Hob nips down his neck, and Dream gasps, tugging the other’s hair as pleasure sparks quickly under Hob’s hands. “Perhaps,” he manages eventually.

“Perhaps, he says,” Hob mutters, and Morpheus can feel Hob’s smile against his neck, a nose brushing against it as Hob bites his jaw. “It’s a simple yes or no answer.” 

Morpheus huffs as Hob stops stroking him, skin tingling under Hob’s mouth as teeth scrape against his jaw, near his ear. “Yes, then,” he gasps, arching into Hob’s mouth, hot and sharp as Hob’s other arm is tight around his waist, and suddenly he’s pulled up as Hob stands and he’s thrown onto Hob’s bed. “Please,” he whines, clothes feeling hot and tight as he squirms out of them.

“My needy little noble,” Hob says, eyes dark as he watches, a hand coming up to stroke his hair, soft and first, and then tugging it tightly, and Morpheus can only whine as the fingers of Hob’s other hand go into his mouth.

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Day 5 - Mutual Pining

[AO3]

Dream tilts his head, looking at the fishnet bodysuit in the mirror, black contrasting against his skin ― as well as the harness, strapped around his torso, the fishnet continuing down past his waist, as well as some simple black thigh harnesses ― holding up some black thigh-highs, and it’s only a thought to put his robe over it and stepping into Hob’s hotel room, where he’s currently at some academic conference, if Dream remembers correctly. 

Lounging on the bed, he waits, idly sifting through the daydreams and dreams of the hotel as he does, insides twisting as he glances upon Hob’s daydream, focusing on Dream’s mouth, and making him very aware of how he looks right now, even though Hob doesn’t know, can’t know, was only spurred on by Matthew’s remarks. 

Eventually, there’s sound beyond the door, and Dream watches, crossing his legs as Hob walks in with a laugh, turns around and ― blinks, then gapes, face going red very quickly. “D-Dream!?” Hob squeaks, eyes flicking up and down his body, and Dream hums, arching into the daydream of Hob’s hands touching his side. 

“Hello, Hob,” at that, Hob startles, looking away for a moment, before those dark eyes are on him again, “I have been informed that we have to do something about,” Dream pauses, licking his lips, and Hob steps closer, then takes a step back, like he’s trying to rein himself in, “our tension.”

“Tension?” Hob says, voice high and hysterical, finally standing next to the bed, and Dream blinks, looking at Hob’s’ hardness beneath jeans as Hob reaches out ― then pulls it back.

“I feel like it should be obvious enough,” Dream offers, and Hob lets out a sound, and another as Dream touches Hob’s hand, pulling it down to the fishnet, and the next sound Hob makes is very strangled, “is it not?”

“I―ah―uh―yes―maybe―I don’t,” Hob rambles, fingers curious as they press into his sides, warm and electric, and Dream takes an unneeded breath as they go under the harness strap across his chest. Hob swallows and licks his lips, hands rough and warm as they grab onto his sides, and Dream lightly moans as Hob sits on top of him, eyes wide and awed as Hob’s hands wander up his body, “you are so beautiful,” Hob whispers.

“And yet you have not ravished me,” Dream points out with a flatter of his lashes, and Hob lets out a hysterical chuckle. 

“Part of me is still convinced that this is a fever dream and I fell asleep during the conference, and you’re definitely not here, looking like you came out of some fetish club fantasy I’ve had,” Hob breathes, and Dream shivers at the feel of Hob’s hands on his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks.

Dream smirks, grounding up into Hob’s groin, who moans ― and kisses him, finally, hands going down to tweak his nipples and Dream whines.

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Day 2 - Train

[AO3]

Hob sighs, picking up a staff from his small weapon collection, moving the coffee table to the side of his small living room as he strips off his shirt, throwing it on the sofa as he starts to go into some forms he learnt many years, the staff sweeping and hitting imaginary people. Some of it’s just dirty fighting from his mercenary days, with some more refined mix of being a knight ― the title mainly a decorative thing at that point of his life, but learning new things ― like how knights fought, he did pick up some of.

Time passes in a blur of sweat and going through a mixture of what he’s learnt until he’s feeling pretty good, the endorphins and adrenaline rushing as he puts the staff to the side, turning to his kitchen and ― “Dream,” he rasps, definitely not expecting to a line of black in his kitchen, the entity’s eyes black and starry, “when did you get here?” 

Dream blinks, now-blue eyes sweeping him up and down, “you no longer need to fight. Why?” Dream asks, expression intense as Hob sighs and goes into the kitchen, Dream’s presence heavy and lingering as he gets a glass of water to drink. 

“I’d rather not forget what I’ve learnt,” he says, uncomfortable under the intensity of Dream’s stare, taking a deep breath to stop his hackles from rising. You didn’t object in 1789, he thinks. “Plus, I do weapon demos sometimes ― would rather not make a fool of myself.”

Another blink from Dream, and Hob’s pulse spikes at the feeling of a hand on his hip, feeling himself get even hotter as Dream’s fingers press into his side, trailing up to his chest, kneading the hair there, and Hob wonders if he’s trained enough to start hallucinating as his cock takes an interest. “I am not judging you,” Dream purrs, other hand touching his collarbones, eyes somehow becoming even darker, “simply curious.”

Hob shrugs, arousal rushing under his skin as Dream takes away a hand, fingers covered with his sweat going into a red mouth and Hob’s thoughts crash into each other, “some people ― like going to the gym to keep fit,” he squeaks out, “I ― Dream.”

Dream hums, pressing closer to him, and Hob loses himself in the dark between the stars and galaxies of Dream’s eyes, gasping as soft hands wind up his throat, eventually cupping his jaw, “do you think I would judge you so, when I know of every dream the predators of this Earth, who yearn for blood and violence,” Hob whimpers at hearing Dream so close, noses brushing, at what he’s saying, “I understand the need for this, it would be absurd to say otherwise.”

Hob swallows, Dream’s scent of ocean overwhelming, “that’s ― never thought of that,” he says, breathless and so, so hard. His mind replays Dream’s finger in his mouth, unable to stop himself from thinking of where those fingers could go, making that mouth even redder― 

Dream smirks, lips brushing his own and Hob’s frozen, shutting his eyes tightly, “it pleases me, that you would still be able to defend if the need arrives,” Dream whispers, and it’s that which makes him surge forward into a violent kiss, his hands going under a black shirt to touch pale skin, and Dream purrs, the other’s hands going into his hair.

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Day 8 - "Another round?" [Human AU]

[AO3] Continuation of "You can't say no forever!" :D

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Dream is ― insensate, only able to feel Hob underneath him, a chin on his shoulder as Hob fingers his cunt, bringing him close and closer to orgasm. And then Hob stops, other hand stroking his chest as Dream whines, once again so close to the peak, but it’s pulled away cruelly. “Hob,” he sobs, words a slur as he grinds down on Hob’s hard cock which is pressing into his arse. 

“Another round? I think you can do another,” Hob whispers, nipping at his earlobe and Dream hides his face in Hob’s neck, mind breaking under the lack of orgasm, under the ― hours, maybe days of this, it feels like, as Hob works towards something, and Dream whines as callused fingers press into his cunt, working him up again, and Dream can feel his wetness soaking into Hob’s trousers, “oh Dream, you did want this after all,” is murmured into his hair, Hob’s other hand tugging him out of a warm neck with roughness, showing his teary eyes as he tries to talk, only moaning and crying coming out as he’s near the peak once again.

And Hob stops, fingers leaving his cunt to touch the swollen clit and hair around it, “pleasepleasepleaseplease,” he breathes, trying to turn around, but is stopped by Hob, the hand in his hair going to hold onto his jaw as he’s pulled into a messy kiss.

“I don’t know,” Hob hums, squeezing him as he tries to rut onto Hob’s cock, “pretty sure you can do another,” Hob says, eyes black. Hob’s fingers go straight back into his cunt and Dream screams, mind fraying over the pleasure, over four of Hob’s fingers touching him so relentlessly, “and another finger too,” Dream cries, hearing the squelch as Hob’s pinky enters his cunt, “look at that, so beautiful and needy.”

Dream whines, twisting into Hob’s fingers, feeling a hard cock twitch against him ― and Dream gives himself over with a gasp, body pliant in Hob’s arms, who hums and kisses his cheek.

“Perfect,” Hob whispers, fingers stroking relentlessly, and Dream comes with a squirt, a surprise to them both. Dream watches in a daze as fingers leave his cunt, Hob blinking at his fluid-covered hand, and Dream’s mind buzzes as Hob licks his hand clean, cunt aching and empty, and he whines.

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Day 23 - Ruby

[AO3]

Dream lets Hob’s chattering wash over him, as they go into The New Inn, then upstairs until they reach Hob’s front door. Then he’s blindsided with Hob’s lips on his, a chaste kiss ― until it isn’t, deep and filthy, and there’s an odd feeling, a cold press along with Hob’s tongue, and Dream shivers as the cold presses into the top of his mouth ― and Dream gasps, following along blindly as the kiss ends, and there’s a click as the door opens.

“That kiss,” he croaks, shivering as he presses his tongue to his mouth, insides feeling scraped as he looks to Hob, whose grinning, mischief in his eyes. Dazed, Dream walks into Hob’s flat, standing near Hob as Hob sticks out his tongue briefly, showing a tongue piercing with a ruby red jewel on it, and Dream can only blink.

“Thought you’d like it,” Hob says smugly, and Dream can hardly do anything with it, thinking dimly that was in my mouth. “Come here,” Hob hums, bringing him in for a sweet, chaste kiss, only a tease of the tongue ring as they make their way to Hob’s room.

By the time they make it Hob’s large bed, their clothes are strewn on the floor, Hob’s eyes dark and still mischievous as they kiss ― and Dream whines at the biting kiss to his throat, the cold scrape of the ring another sensation as Hob continues to lick and suck his way down Dream’s chest, licking his nipples until they’re red and hard. 

Dream can only hold onto Hob’s hair as he’s lavished with attention, Hob licking down his arms, his hips, his legs, “Hob,” he cries out, twitching as Hob licks up his ankles slowly. 

“I know, I’m just appreciating you,” Hob says with a twinkle in his eyes, tongue ― and tongue ring ― scraping up to his inner thighs, so close to his aching, leaking cunt and Dream whines, grabbing a fistful of dark hair as Hob grins. Hob hums and noses against him, and Dream wails as Hob’s tongue enters him, the feeling of the jewellery making him cry out, arching into the feeling blindly as the pleasure rises quickly― 

And stops, hot breath on his clit as Hob huffs, “ready?” Hob asks, and before Dream can even answer, there’s a ― sound, a buzzing, tiny ― and Dream screams as Hob’s tongue enters him again, the little ring vibrating, pressing into his cunt relentlessly, the hot wet of Hob’s tongue along with the ring overwhelming. It feels like he’s already on his second orgasm by the time he realises. Hob pulls out of him, and Dream keens, gasping for breath, “you cut out the power, love,” Hob says, pressing kisses into his inner thigh. 

After a few moments, Dream parses the meaning of Hob’s words, stretching out to turn it back on as he blinks up at the ceiling, eyes wet as he looks down at Hob. 

“More?” Hob asks, opening his legs up. 

“More,” he echoes, voice needy and thready as the buzzing starts up again, and Dream can only wail as Hob sucks and licks his way inside, ring vibrating Dream to new dimensions of bliss he was unaware of.

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Day 18 - Heart Eyes [Human AU]

[AO3]

Hob watches fondly as Dream talks into the camera, with Hob ‘off-screen’ as it were, since the hologram technology beams Dream into the conference that he’s speaking at, a lecture on the nitty-gritty of stories. Also in the room is holograms of others, nodding along to Dream’s speech, some of them shown to be taking notes on a holographic table as their spaceship coasts through a solar system.

There’s more talking ― from other’s, and the call gets wrapped up as Dream nods, fidgeting with his tablet, and Hob can tell it’s ended when Dream lets out a large exhale, melting onto the chair. “That was wonderful,” he praises, stepping more into the room, and Dream groans, giving him a tired stare as Hob sits near him, no doubt giving him a besotted gaze. 

“You didn’t even know what we were talking about,” Dream grouches, relaxing into Hob’s kisses, an arm going around his shoulder. 

“I didn’t, I just know my husband was very hot doing it,” he purrs, nipping at the pale skin of Dream’s jaw, going down slowly. “So smart and amazing,” he says into a pale neck, feeling Dream shiver at the praise.

“Aren’t you meant to be piloting our ship?” Dream’s tone says he’s pouting, even as Hob undoes the buttons of a black dress shirt so he can nip and lick at a pale chest, at the pink nipples. There’s a thin line of black hair going down further, which Hob follows with a hum.

“On autopilot for now, while I lavish attention on my partner, no doubt tired from being social,” Hob points out with a smirk, his beard scratching against Dream’s stomach, and Dream shivers again, hands clenching his shoulder tightly. 

“You didn’t need to watch,” Dream says, face and chest starting to go a light red as Hob undoes Dream’s black trousers, cock hard and aching as it springs out.

“Well, if my partner didn’t want me there, he could’ve told me anytime,” he points out, resting his arms on Dream’s spread thighs, putting his head on top of it as he smiles. Sliding between Dream’s legs, he pinches Dream’s inner thighs through the fabric, and Dream lets out a whine, head flopping back onto the chair as Hob swallows the other’s cock, warm and twitching, down to the root.

Hob moans around it, causing Dream to let out his own, a variety of whines and moans as Hob sucks him off. Dream’s legs go around his back, heels of pointy shoes pressing into his back as Dream gets closer to coming, eventually coming with a gasp and sob, hands tugging at Hob’s hair as he swallows, keeping his mouth on Dream. Oversensitive, Dream twitches his hips as Hob continues to suck and lick the softening cock, making Dream let out loud cries.

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Day 27 - Woods [AU]

[AO3] Continuation of Djinn Dream! :D

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“I thought you were kidding when you said you were immortal,” Dream says, voice filled with worry as Hob’s insides knit themselves back into place, and Hob blinks, coughing as his throat, which was slashed by a thief, also regenerates. Things come back to him slowly, like the pale hands holding his shoulders, splattered with blood, and Hob can see that the thief didn’t make it far. 

“Did you do that?” Hob slurs, voice rough as he nods over to the thief, and Dream inclines his head, lips pursed as Dream’s hand moves up to his healing throat. “You’re the one who decided not to believe me,” Hob points out with a grin, feeling blood on his teeth as he looks up at the canopy of the woods they’re in. “I’m ― fine,” he wheezes, covering Dream’s hand with his own, breathing deeply as his body starts to feel like ― itself, whole. 

“I thought you were,” Dream says, voice distraught, and Hob frowns, sitting up as his other hand goes to Dream’s jaw, stroking it gently. “My master’s not meant to die.” 

“I’m not your master anymore, remember. You’re free,” Hob sighs, pulling Dream into a hug, and Hob can feel the other’s fingers dig into his back as Dream breathes and shakes. 

“I don’t want you to die, regardless,” Dream says, sound muffled since Dream’s face is hidden in his shoulder.”Can I take us home?” Dream asks quietly, and Hob’s heart skips a beat as Dream calls his place home. 

“Yeah,” he replies, swallowing as the black sand of Dream’s magic swirls around them, and the next moment they’re in his bed, the more familiar forest outside the window as Dream pulls away, blue eyes watery.

“If I am free,” Hob frowns, opening his mouth, “since I am free,” Dream amends, leaning closer until they share breath, “I would like to,” Dream frowns, hands stroking Hob’s beard, “I want to.” 

“Feel free,” Hob offers, and Dream’s lips quirk into a tiny smile, which he soon feels on his own lips as they kiss, soft and sweet. Dream surges forward, pressing him onto the bed as they continue to share kisses, and Hob only breathes under the onslaught, on the hands going under his shirt to feel where a dagger was recently, “anything you like,” he says in between increasingly desperate kisses, his hands going up to Dream’s long black hair, tugging on it. 

Dream only whines into his mouth, a hand staying on his chest while the other goes into his pants, and Hob gasps as Dream strokes his hardening cock. “Amazing,” Dream mutters, biting down to where his throat was cut, licking and nipping as Hob moans, easily falling into an orgasm as Dream strokes him.