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queen-of-reptiles · 1 year ago

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𝙼𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻

description: y/n is out of club play with an injury, potentially a big one, luckily england felt they could breathe again once they knew their captain hadn't suffered the three letters - but barcelona did not feel so lucky with an el classico around the corner.

smut

minors dni

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lucy bronze x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction do not take any of this seriously !

warnings: swearing, oral, light choking, slightly soft dom lucy, dom lucy, cunnilingus, strap-on fucking, dirty talk, slight cum play (like the smallest fucking bit) fluff, cuteness

smut

minors DNI

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y/n hummed along to the music which played softly from the radio, Narla was swirling through her legs, the dog licking her naked ankles every few minutes to demand a quick pat, which y/n happily did.

She was cooking breakfast, bacon, fried eggs, mushrooms and toast, Lucy's juice was already blended and waiting for when the woman woke up, though y/n didn't mind letting her sleep in.

With it being matchday -1, the team always had a late practice and y/n knew Lucy needed a lay in, her lover having to do a lot of work without her in midfield to bounce off.

Just as y/n plated the food up, two arms wrapped themselves around her waist, the taller girl burying her head into her lover's neck and inhaling the sweet scent.

"Morning baby." y/n hummed softly enjoying the warmth Lucy provided as she snaked a hand into the older woman's hair and scratched at the scalp.

"Always is with you." Lucy murmured, y/n laughing at that as she switched the hob off and turned to face the woman who was grinning.

"You Miss Bronze, are such a sap!" y/n giggled. Lucy chuckled, unable to help herself as she grinned lazily at her lover.

"It's your fault." She denies, before leaning in and placing her lips firmly on y/n's her hands gripping into the curve of her waist as y/n relaxed into the kiss.

A bark broke the two, Narla jumping onto her hind legs to press her paws against Lucy, pushing her away from y/n for a moment before the dog curled around y/n's ankles.

"You little shit!" Lucy grinned at Narla as y/n crouched down and cooed at her, running her hand over the dog. "She's mine Narla." Lucy adds as y/n stands back up.

y/n rolls her eyes at that, grabbing the plates and walking them over to the table while Lucy put Narla's food down, her dog licking her ankles in thanks.

"Yeah know you love me." Lucy scoffs, y/n chuckling as her lover walked over, the woman pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips. "How's the knee?" Lucy asks, sitting down next to her lover and running a cautious hand over the injury.

"Okay, only another few weeks and I am back to training." y/n promised, the injury was luckily not the three dreaded letters, but when she went down, both women thought it could be.

Lucy hummed, nodding her head as she began to push food into her mouth, her eyes zoning out as she replayed the injury and tackle in her head, the instant being something she blamed herself for.

Lucy had wondered out of position, having chased a loose ball and when she missed it, y/n covered her position and intercepted a key pass from their opponents.

However, as she pushed the pass out, a player had come flying in, the girl's studs pushing her knee back and dislocating it as y/n went flying back and knocked herself unconscious from slamming her head on the grass.

Lucy hadn't been able to remember a time where her heart hurt as much as it did then, watching her lover crumple to the ground, she was such a shaking mess she was even subbed off, being told to go be with her lover.

Lucy and y/n's relationship wasn't unknown, just private, only anniversary photos and the occasional snapshot of their love had been caught, but in that moment the cameras caught the worry of being in a five year relationship.

Lucy had been there when she woke up, holding her hand and running her fingertips over the skin, but she couldn't look y/n in the eye, and y/n could tell why almost instantly.

Lucy chased after the stray ball, y/n noticing she had left a gap and quickly filling it as she watched with a wince as the Levante player hammered it toward the player y/n had dropped back to mark.

Lucy turned, cursing herself for her mistake but sighing in relief when y/n brought the ball to her feet and passed it out to Ingrid.

But Lucy's relief turned to horror in a moment as she watched the Levante player tackle y/n late, the studs embedding into her knee and pushing it the wrong way.

With the strength of the player's tackle y/n was pushed harshly back, falling and smacking her head against the ground going motionless.

Lucy's stomach lurched as she felt truly sick, not even waiting for the whistle which echoed as she raced, grabbing her girlfriend's hand, holding it as the medics and team swarmed.

Lucy had paled, not even hearing Alexia asking her to move and Keira's response to the captain saying it was no use to try and move the woman.

Alexia made a sign at Jonatan switching for two instead of one. The man sighed but nodded his head, sending another player to warm up as he watched the stretcher be run on.

"Please baby, wake up." Lucy said softly, y/n groaning as the medics looked over to Lucy, understanding the woman was not moving.

The cameras followed every step of Lucy who followed the stretcher, tears being wiped away as she disappeared in the tunnel, heartbreak the only word near enough to describe her look.

"Don't do that." y/n warned her girlfriend as she took their empty plates.

"What?" Lucy asks, following her like a lost puppy as she watches y/n put the plates in the dishwasher.

"Blame yourself for my injury. It wasn't your fault Lucia." y/n promises, sliding onto the counter so she can bring Lucy in-between her legs.

"But if I..." Lucy began but y/n shut her up by pecking her lips. "But..." Lucy tried again, y/n cutting her off with a longer kiss.

"But nothing. It was a bad tackle, that was all." y/n promised Lucy who sighed.

"You just crumbled, your body just sagged, god it was horrid." Lucy denies, wrapping her arms around y/n's waist to pull her closer, y/n's legs automatically curling around Lucy's torso.

"But I'm fine now, I'm on the mend and I am all energised." y/n promises, running her hand through Lucy's hair, pulling it down and around her shoulders.

Lucy sighed her forehead connecting with y/n's as she pressed herself into y/n, inhaling the sweet smell she gave off. Lucy's hands stayed tight around her waist, her finger tips dancing across y/n's back.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you in my shirt?" Lucy asks, an innocent hum coming from her voice.

"You might have mentioned it." y/n nods, a small smile on her face as she lifts her hand, cupping Lucy's face and rubbing her thumb along her cheekbone.

"I love you in my shirt." Lucy tells her, tilting her head so their noses brush. "I love my last name on your back." She continues.

"You should hurry up and make it permanent then." y/n whispers cheekily, her lips brushing over Lucy's as she wonders whose resolve will break first.

"Patience baby. Patience." Lucy hums, before swiping forward and taking y/n's plump bottom lip in between her teeth, tugging as she bites down on the skin, needing the groaning reaction she receives.

Lucy pulls her lover closer, the two finally meeting in a heated kiss which both seemed determined to dominate, however, Lucy's hand raised, enclosing around her lover's neck and y/n instantly let her have all the control.

Lucy's tongue wrapped around her own, her hand squeezing y/n's throat just slightly before Lucy's lips pressed along her jaw and she bit at y/n's earlobe.

"Either I eat you out here, or I fuck you in the bedroom." Lucy all but groans out into y/n's ear, Lucy pulling her away from the counter slightly so y/n can rest on her bucking hips, Lucy sighing at the grinding friction she was creating.

"Bedroom." y/n gasps out and Lucy grins and moves back toward the bedroom, she places her lover down on the bed and moves upward.

The two meet in a deep kiss, Lucy quickly taking control when her hands bury themselves into y/n's hair, tugging the woman's head back to expose her neck.

Lucy kisses downward, nipping at the skin where y/n's collarbone and shoulder meet, the woman gasping out as Lucy fixes her top back onto her frame once happy with her marks.

"Knee okay baby?" Lucy asks as she fixes a pillow underneath y/n's bad knee.

"Fine. Don't worry about it." y/n whines out needily and Lucy can't help the dark chuckle which slips from her throat.

Ever since the injury, Lucy had tried to be less rough in bed though it did nothing to limit her dominance, she simply found other ways to keep y/n in line.

"So needy for me, aren't you baby?" Lucy asks her. "So needy to have me use you." She continues, her voice dropping to mock her lover.

"Please." y/n gasped, having no issue with begging for Lucy.

"Okay. Okay." Lucy nods, shuffling down so she was level with y/n's thighs, resting on her elbows.

y/n watched with baited breath as Lucy slowly kissed down her thighs, nipping at the skin when she felt like it, y/n gasping at every scrape of her teeth.

Lucy grinned as y/n's breath picked up, her hand trying to reach down to tangle in Lucy's hair, but y/n's hand is caught by Lucy's the woman pinning it to the mattress.

"No touching." Lucy whispered, blowing air onto the soaked fabric which covered y/n's aching pussy.

Ever so lightly, Lucy pulled the wet fabric down y/n's legs and threw them behind her, deciding they were a problem for later as she licked a stripe up.

y/n let out a gasp of relief as Lucy began to lick faster, as if tasting her was more in her brain then pleasuring her. Finally, Lucy's tongue circled her clit and y/n let out a moan.

"Luce." y/n whispered as Lucy repeated the action. The woman sat up briefly, tying her hair back as she stared at her lover.

The woman had a hand in her own hair, eyes filled with pleading as she tried to moved her hips, Lucy's eyes were dark, almost predatorial as she looked down at her shirt on her lover.

"I can't wait til I can fuck you from behind again. See our name on your back." Lucy says lowly, her voice gruff with arousal.

At the use of 'our' when talking about her name y/n moaned, unashamed of how aroused the word made her. Lucy grinned, moving down and wrapping her arms around y/n's hips, pulling her closer.

y/n groaned as Lucy licked again, her tongue flat as she swallowed the juices which smeared her lips as she licked once more.

"Could die between these legs." Lucy groaned before she pushed forward and darted her tongue into y/n's hole, the woman groaning and Lucy pushed her head closer, pressure pushing down on y/n's clit.

"Lucy." y/n moaned, having to bring her hands onto her head so she didn't touch her, because Lucy would stop if y/n disobeyed the rules.

Lucy's hand moved as her tongue continued pushing between y/n's walls, her thumb coming up to rub quick and harsh circles against y/n's clit.

y/n moaned out, her back arching as Lucy's actions became quicker and rougher, the woman groaning out when the snap in her stomach came quicker than expected, her orgasm pushing through her.

Lucy's hand stopped but her tongue didn't returning to it's lapping motion while she cleared the orgasm from y/n's pussy, groaning at her taste and going back once more to continue her motions.

Only when y/n was gasping weakly, begging for a moment from her over-stimulation did Lucy pull away, a smug grin on her face when she saw the state of her lover.

y/n's head was covered in a light sheen of sweat, her hair messed completely at the orgasm, her plump lips parted as she panted out as Lucy stepped away, only to step back over her moments later.

"One more for me, my good good girl." Lucy hummed, she moved down the strap between her legs pushing against y/n's sensitive clit which made her jolt.

Lucy moved forward, lips connect with y/n's as she pushed in, gasping as the pull on her own clit hit her. Her tongue swept through y/n's mouth, gagging her moan which tried to escape as Lucy eased into her thrusts.

"That's it, taking me so well." Lucy groans, her leg hooking over y/n's good one and putting the rest of her pressure on her knee and forearms which were either side of y/n's head.

Lucy's thrusts picked up, the strap hitting a perfect spot on them both as she continued to push into y/n's insides. Lucy moved her arm, pulling y/n's good leg around her waist.

Her thrusts sped up, y/n letting out constant moans which made Lucy bury her head into y/n's neck so she could groan as she chased her own high.

"Feels so good." y/n whined, hands clawing down Lucy's back, not thinking about the mess it would leave as her nails dug into the skin.

"Who makes you feel like this?" Lucy gasped out, her teeth pulling at y/n's earlobe.

"You do Luce." y/n moaned out, the slapping sounds which echoed from the thrusts becoming louder as Lucy somehow sped up.

"What are you?" Lucy asks.

"Yours. Only yours." y/n moans, knowing exactly what Lucy wanted to hear.

Lucy's breath halted for a moment, a sign she was close and y/n moved her hips up slightly to meet Lucy's which caused the woman to moan into y/n's ear.

"Can I?" y/n whined, knowing her asking for permission would push her lover over the edge.

"Cum." Lucy demanded, groaning as she did so, leaning down to bite into y/n's shoulder as the woman's back arched and she let out a breath as she orgasmed.

Lucy slowed her thrusts, not stopping for another minute as she rode out her high, ignoring the over-stimulated whines coming from her girlfriend.

Slowly Lucy pulled out, fingers dipping into her own pussy to scoop up her orgasm and pushing it into y/n's oversensitive hole.

y/n groaned and Lucy couldn't help but smirk as she watched y/n catch her breath again. Lucy unclipped the strap from her hips, moving to rest next to y/n as she let out a breath of content, throwing the wet strap on the bed.

"We're going to have the wash the sheets." y/n sighed out as Lucy pressed a loving and soft kiss against her lips.

"In a minute, just lay with me." Lucy said softly and y/n smiled, moving her head onto Lucy's hot shoulder.

"Always." y/n sighed out and Lucy moved down to bring y/n closer.

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y/n and Mapi sat side by side, the two both out due to injuries as they look out on the Barcelona game currently happening. It was twenty minutes in and they were two goals up, curtesy of Aitana and Caroline.

The two friends were sat happily chatting, Aleixa who was next to y/n chiming in every so often as they talked. y/n was enjoying the warmth from the Barcelona evening.

Her beige cargo trousers kept her warmth while her arms were out due to the 'Bronze' Barcelona shirt she wore on her body, many people taking photos when they saw the woman able to WAG her lover.

As the clock ticked over, y/n watched as Lucy raced down the wing, Real hardly standing a chance against her as she defended with skill.

Lucy sent the ball through to Keira, switching through and receiving the ball back which she sent Caroline's way, the player getting her head on it as the keeper just pushed it wide for a corner.

Mapi and y/n groaned, both sitting back down with a sigh as Alexia chuckled at their child-like behaviour, the two pouting for the friend as Salma raised her hand to take the corner.

y/n watches as Salma sends the ball in, Lucy at the back post un-marked as she jumped and the ball flew in. y/n screamed in excitement as she clapped for her lover, the woman laughing as the team swarmed her.

Lucy pulled away from her team, looking for her lover as she raised her hands in a love heart shape, one which y/n did back causing the crowd to go crazy.

El Classico's were always something else, but for Barcelona to be three goals up before half time and missing their captain, a key defender and a key midfielder was a special game.

And suddenly for the fans things were so much better, because they had seen a y/n and Lucy interaction, which in game was a rare thing to truly see.

The game restarted, Lucy quickly blocking run from Del Castillo, she passed it to Ingrid, Del Castillo turning to run at the player, but Ingrid sent a ball through her legs and back to Lucy, who then did the same back to Ingrid.

"I would kill myself." y/n says as she and Mapi begin to giggle at their partners playing with her.

"She has been mothered." Mapi agrees which makes Alexia snort.

"By our girls as well." y/n says with a smile and Mapi pretends to wipe a tear as Lucy sends a ball into the box, Ona smashing it into the goal.

"VAMOS ONA!" Mapi shouts, y/n cheering for their young friend for scoring in her first classico.

y/n clapped excitedly, grinning at the sight of her girlfriend running back, the woman running a hand over her hair as she grins at Ona, the two high fiving.

"She's so hot." y/n sighs without thinking and Mapi snorts teasing her with mocking kisses.

y/n laughs shoving Mapi away as the whistle blows, y/n grinning as she and Mapi move down the stadium, the former trying to move as quick as possible.

Mapi and y/n part the latter quickly rushing into the Barcelona corridor, grinning at the sigh of her girlfriend leaning against the locker room wall waiting for her.

"You just had to score a goal when I wasn't on the pitch." y/n says, a jokingly hard looking in her eyes as Lucy chuckles, pulling her closer.

"Hmm, had to give my WAG a good game to watch." Lucy says quietly, leaning down to press a soft kiss against y/n's lips.

y/n chuckles against the kiss, pulling away to lift the hem of Lucy's shirt, the woman tensing slightly so the line in her abs was carved out in her toned stomach more.

"That's all the show I need." y/n teased, her hand running over them before dropping Lucy's shirt. "Keep that down though, don't want any more clips of you for people to thirst over." y/n adds.

Lucy smiles, a sense of pride always rushing through her when y/n got jealous, she pulled the woman in close to her chest, hands wrapping around her waist to keep her close.

"They're yours baby, those people thirst over something that's yours." Lucy promises and y/n chuckles leaning up to press a longer kiss against Lucy's lips, the woman running her tongue over y/n's mouth in the hopes of deepening the kiss.

"No." y/n says as she pulls away, Lucy huffing as her hands move down and squeeze at y/n's ass. "Lucy, go get ready for the second half." y/n laughs.

"But I want to stay here and kiss you." Lucy huffs like a child.

"After." y/n chuckles, leaning up to kiss her girlfriend again before turning, as she does Lucy's hand darts out slapping her butt with a wicked sound. "Lucia!" y/n calls but she is just answered with a laugh as Lucy walks into the locker room.

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It was the 87th minutes, Barcelona now 6-0 up, Lucy sneaking another assist and a clearance off the line which made the crowd scream her name for the next few minutes.

Vicky was on the edge of the box, sending the ball in as y/n watched Lucy run in, jumping and heading the ball into the bottom right corner as she slid on the ground slightly as she landed.

y/n covered her mouth as she shouted, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her as the fans erupted around her, Lucy's name being screamed amongst the crowd.

The game ended soon after, the songs echoing the stadium as Mapi and y/n moved to the side-lines, waiting for their team to finish signing auto-graphs.

Lucy finished quickly and raced toward y/n, the woman giggling as Lucy swept her up and spun her, the sudden shout of excited fan screams echoing.

"Scored 2 just for you." Lucy told her, putting y/n down and couching. "Up you get." Lucy says.

"Lucy your knee." y/n tries but the huff from her makes y/n aware she will not give up.

y/n sighed and climbed onto Lucy's back, the woman standing back up and gripping the underneath of y/n's thighs as she fixed her onto her back.

"Riding Lucy Bronze, a familiar happening." y/n muttered and Lucy snorted.

"God I can't wait until your knee is better." Lucy states as she walks them over to the team talk.

y/n listened to her manager's congratulations, head resting against Lucy's, pressing occasional kisses to Lucy's hair as the group congratulated her as no doubt player of the match.

The group eventually trudged off, waving one last time to the remaining fans, Lucy eventually let y/n clamber off her back once they arrived at the locker room, all the girls already inside and celebrating.

y/n was sure there would be a small party tonight, and she smiled at Lucy as she planned for her own celebrations beforehand.

"Shower quick." y/n tells her pecking her lips and Lucy raised a brow.

"Why?" She asks.

"Wanna celebrate my girl before we go out." y/n whispers against her lips and Lucy was through the locker room faster than she had been all game.

y/n heard the cheers of the team and smiled, assuming they were cheering for Lucy's work during the game, however as Keira walked out five minutes later with a smirk, y/n assumed she had been wrong.

"Maybe cut those nails." Keira tells her with a smirk, just as Mapi came out and made a claw with her hand, making a hiss as Lucy - now showered exited behind her.

"Someone gets scratchy in bed." Mapi winked at y/n.

"And they're about to get worse. See you guys in three hours." Lucy says, before picking up y/n and rushing off making her laugh.

"Gross." Mapi says wrinkling her nose.

"Try rooming next to them on England camp." Keira says, causing Aitana to snort and fall into Keira laughing as the English woman shivers.

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a little late after Valentines but I tried my best 😔😔

let me know what you think! xx

- Queenie xx

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delta-pavonis · 7 months ago

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Fic: there were no secrets in his fingertips

Dreamling (human AU) || Rated E || 7k words || complete

Alternate Universe (human), discussion of prior cheating, age difference (7-10 years), proDom Dream, Dom/sub, sub Hob Gadling, dom Dream, collared Hob, established D/s relationship, Endless family dynamics (only Night and Time are dipshits), Hob and Dream after you might be the answer to the sinner in me, annual Endless family holiday party, Dream's horrifying laughter, Dream is a very jealous and possessive lover, Dream grappling with his feelings, anal plug, extended anal plug use, anal sex, rough sex, rugburn, marking kink, color system, forcing lover's face into their cum, discovering a new kink, minor bit of painplay, extremely fluffy ending, tooth-rotting fluffy ending, ending so sweet it would dissolve if a raccoon tried to wash it in a stream

Sequel to you might be the answer to the sinner in me and you have to read that first or this is like nineteen different kinds of spoilers for that. Also references events in my mona lisa, so helpful to have read that, but not necessary.

The silence was broken as Epithumia–better known as Desire and the sibling who Dream has had the most contentious relationship with as of late–squealed and broke into ecstatic giggles. They flung themselves at Dream, wrapping him in a fierce hug and pressing their violently red lips to his cheek. “There he is,” Desire said as they backed away, hands trailing up to frame Dream's face, comically mushing his cheeks together until his lips puckered like a cartoon goldfish. “There is the brother I love so much. I have missed you.”

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#they're baaaaack #Dreamling #Pavonis writes #established D/s Dream/Hob #dom Dream #sub Hob #collared Hob #cavity-inducing sweet ending #the sinner in me series

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mallory-x · 2 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, Hob Gadling Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Power Play, Gentle Dom Hob Gadling, Dom Hob Gadling, Sub Dream, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, no beta we die like Jessamy Series: Part 2 of Mal's Dreamling Bingo Fills 2023 Summary:

Inspired by Ferdie’s instagram post where he feeds his dog blueberries - yes I took a wholesome and sweet video and wrote porn based on it. I’m not proud (yes I’m proud) but I’m blaming Ferdie’s voice.

Written for @dreamlingbingo adoptable prompt ‘Saliva’, replacing C5 - Future.

#dreamling #dream of the endless #morpheus #hob gadling #dom/sub #gentle dom hob gadling #sub dream #2023 dreamling bingo

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darkfemininenergy · 2 years ago

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LET’S PLAY THAT GAME ━ ethan landry

pairing: gf!ethan x fem!reader

warning: smut, ghostface phone call, dom!ethan, sub!reader, fingering, rough sex, choking, ropes, spit kink, fingers sucking, dirty talk, gloves kink.

author’s note: english is not my first language, and also my first time writing smut so i hope it’ll be good. if you have any request, let me know !

YOU’D COME HOME from the gym an hour ago, the only classes you had were this morning and you were grateful to have the whole afternoon off for once. you'd had lunch with mindy at noon and then decided to take her home, since the ghostface attacks had hit new york, following the 4 survivors of woodsboro, you didn't want the young meeks martin to go home alone, even in the middle of the day, who knows what might happen, especially when you knew who her uncle was.

now you were in your kitchen after a nice shower, in the background as sound of « how to get away with murder », one of your favorite tv shows, mindy found it quite ironic since you were in a law major.

you were cooking dinner quietly after a bit of studying, standing in front of the hob, dressed in a short, tight-fitting black top and gray shorts, your phone at your side as you wrote to the young meeks martin, who was confiding in you about her feelings for anika.

and that's when your phone began to vibrate, thinking it was mindy, a slight smile appeared on your lips before you grabbed your phone, but this smile slowly disappeared in your face due to what appeared on your screen: unkown caller.

a bad feeling began to take hold of you as, paranoid as you were, you looked around you at the knives just inches from you, spotting the largest of them.

you then answered the phone, adrenalin coursing through your body.

- hello ?

the sound of the oil against the frying pan camouflaged the sound of your series in the living room, as you added spices, waiting for an answer from your interlocutor, the wait was heavy.

- hello, y/n, replied the deep, gravelly, modulated voice.

ghostface.

a shiver ran down your spine, and your body froze, paralyzed as you realized the obvious: you were part of the group of friends of the survivors of the 2022 attacks.

you turned off the gas, stopped cooking. And clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

- well, go ahead, i’m wainting for the “what's your favorite scary movie ?” part.

you tried not to show any signs of fear, but inside you were terrified, imagining yourself already dead on your kitchen floor, but you knew you didn't have time to think about it and passed your index finger between the various knives on the rack in front of you, leaning slightly over the worktop.

the only response you got was a little laugh of amusement, mixed with a hint of sadism, from the killer, and it made your blood run cold.

- you're a bold one, aren't you? now, i think that i'm really going to enjoy this.

- fuck you.

-but you're also a very pretty one... he said with a seductive tone, too bad that i have to correct that filthy mouth of yours, he finished with a voice full of brutality, as if your insult had made him angry.

his change of mood startled you, and you immediately straightened up, then nervously tapped the surface of your kitchen with your freshly manicured nails.

- what do you want ? you asked, trying not to show how scared your voice sounded.

he hums slowly, as if he's thinking, and you can feel the goosebumps on your skin.

- that's a good question... what do i want... ? i want to play a game.

your heart was starting to race, so without thinking any further, you grabbed the largest knife and suddenly turned around with dynamism, all your senses now activated.

- do you want to play a game, y/n ? the modulated voice asked you.

- go to hell, i’m not going to play any of your sick game, you replied brutally.

- you look cute with that knife, tell me, what are you going to do with it, sweetheart ? stab me ? he teased.

you could practically hear the smirk in his voice and it drived you insane as well as the pet name, your grip on your knife was starting to tighten.

- where are you, asshole ? you spat hatefully.

you started to look from left to right, if anyone else could see you through your window, they'd think you were crazy to get so agitated, you leaned over to look towards the right exit which led to the hallway of your apartment, before returning to the kitchen which overlooked your living room.

you put your phone on the worktop behind your hob not far from your fridge, and activated the speakerphone to leave the call and type in the police number before he even answered.

- oh i wouldn't try to call the police if i were you, y/n, it'd be a real shame for mindy and anika to pay the consequences of your stupid actions.

your fingers stopped typing on your screen, not only because of the threat, but also because a detail had caught your attention, how did he know i was going to call the police ?

- h-how.... you began before cutting yourself off, can you see me?

he was sniggering again, and you were really beginning to hate that horribly creepy sound. you swallowed that awful lump in your throat that prevented you from speaking properly and waited for an answer.

- of course i can see you. i must admit that you look good in those, a little bit short though, does your boyfriend know you carry around in your apartment like that, y/n ?

panic-stricken, you hung up, and what a grave mistake you'd made, dropping your phone onto the wooden surface, you clutched the edge of it as if your body were threatening to collapse and you were looking for something to lean on. but then you pulled yourself together and grabbed your phone, never letting go of the knife you'd armed yourself with.

you moved towards the large window in your living room and pulled back the curtain slightly to see if anyone was outside watching you, since your kitchen was connected to the living room and, above all, open, with no door separating them.

but you couldn't see anything suspicious, only the horrible traffic jams of the city that never sleeps and people minding their own business down your street. you weren't the least bit reassured, certainly not, you had no idea where he could see you and you were terrified of it.

then you let out a groan of surprise when your phone started vibrating in your hand again, except this time it wasn't a call but a notification from an unknown number, it was a video.

your hands began to shake as you huffed and puffed to regain your composure, naively hoping to regain an ounce of control over the situation. once you'd opened your phone and clicked on the video, you saw mindy and anika on it, kissing on a sofa, the video had been taken from outside through your window and you pursed your lower lip, anxious, but starting to get angry that ghostface wasn't just threatening you, but also your friends, after everything mindy already endured because of that stupid mask.

and then, another call, again. you stared at your screen for a few seconds, looked around your living room and swallowed, grabbed your tv remote to turn it off, a silence falling over every room in the apartment when you finally accepted the call as you peered into every corner of the room, your stomach burning with fear.

- hang up again and i'll rip their heads off and send them in a box at your door ! shouted the killer menacingly and violently.

the violence of his threat burned your eyes, but you were able to swallow back your tears. you were sure he could feel your panic through the phone.

- not them, don't hurt them, s-stop it, i’ll do anything, i-i promise, you cried, afraid that something might happen to your friends.

- good girl, you see how easy things are going when you start obeying ? his voice softened, but you could still hear the amusement in it that told you he loved what was happening, that he loved scaring you.

despite the fear, the nickname he'd used triggered a reaction you'd never have suspected: a wave of heat spread through your body, even between your legs, and you suddenly felt ashamed.

- now, let's play that game. have you ever heard of hot and cold ?

you simply nodded, tucking a lock of hair behind your ears, knife still sharp in hand.

- words, pretty girl.

another heat wave.

- y-yeah, yes, i have.

- perfect. you want to know where i am, right ? then come and find me. go on.

you frowned, apprehensive about the objective behind this game, especially apprehensive about the moment when you were going to meet him.

- and then, if i find you, what will happen ?

- find me and you'll see, answered mischievously ghostface.

a new silence, neither of you speaking, the silence was heavy for you. you took two steps forward, and turned to look behind you again, the fact of not knowing where he was disturbed you and increased your degree of fear.

- are you scared, sweet thing ? he continued to mock, knowing he had the upper hand.

- shut the fuck up motherfucker, you're gonna pay for all of this, you grumbled in between.

- oh, really? i’m waiting then, he sneered, and you were willing to bet he was smiling.

his words only provoked you and you walked out of the living room, realizing that he couldn't be there, you were surprised to realize that you actually started looking for him, now angry at the way he was openly mocking you. you opened the bathroom door, peering in after turning on the light.

- cold.

you immediately left the room, closed the door and stepped into the corridor, which this time led to your bedroom. but before you got close to it, your steps slowed down, as you became more reluctant to head towards this part of the apartment, what if he was inside ?

- why are you slowing down ? maybe I'm inside.

- fuck it, you muttered.

you continued to hold your knife, getting ready to use it, when you arrived at the door to your room and opened it, you went in, and looked all around, near your desk, in the nooks and crannies, then your gaze fell back on your wardrobe, which was closed.

- are you in there ? you asked, your breath catching.

you heard his breathing through the phone become more erratic, and that's all you could hear as you held it to your ear.

- open it.

without further hesitation, you grabbed both wrists of your wardrobe and suddenly opened them, brandishing your knife in your face the next second.

but surprisingly, he wasn't there, so you straightened up and let your arm fall back down your body, then brought the phone up to your ear to hear your interlocutor, who seemed to love playing with your mind and emotions. he started laughing again, and the more he did it, the more it annoyed you than it frightened you now.

- no, i'm not there sweetheart, i was just messing with you.

- asshole, wanting to play a game without even knowing how to play it, you laughed bittersweetly.

you could sense that he wasn't happy with your answer, maybe even angry, but in any case, he didn't show it and decided to restart the game.

- you're getting colder, keep looking.

since you'd gone in the opposite direction and weren't getting any closer, you decided to return to the area you'd been in when you received the bloody call, retracing your steps, finding yourself in the hallway where your bathroom was once again.

- you're still cold.

you sighed in annoyance, but kept on walking, and when you passed the bathroom door you'd already looked in.

- warm, he warned you, and his husky voice sent shivers down your spine.

the further you went, the more your heart pounded to the point where that was all you could hear now. now you were back in your living room, you couldn't make any sense of the situation, you must have misunderstood his directions, he couldn't be there.

- you're getting warmer, good, very good sweetheart, you're almost there.

and yet, the praise almost made you blush again, you felt butterflies in your stomach and snapped inwardly as you remembered who you were on the phone with.

slightly frustrated by the flirtatious tone, you began to hold your knife out in front of you, preparing yourself better in case you found him.

as well as being frustrated, you were in total bewilderment, you had no idea where he could be, he kept messing with your head and he was very good at it.

he definitely wasn't in the kitchen, nor in the living room, not even towards the entrance, since you'd glanced around.

- keep looking, y/n, it'd be a shame if i find you first, wouldn't it ? tormented ghostface.

you held back from insulting him once more, avoided the living room areas you'd already looked at, and moved towards the only corridor on the opposite side of the apartment where you hadn't glanced.

and to do this, you had to pass through the corridor to your left leading to the front door, when you passed this door, and moved into the unlit corridor where in one of the doors lay your washing machine and other belongings, he spoke again.

- you don't want to turn colder again, don't you ? now, turn around.

paranoid, you thought he was right behind you, so you quickly turned around and took a big step back, the knife right in front of you, your arm raised, and you let out an expletive when you couldn't see anyone again. He was definitely playing with your mind and you'd had enough. You could feel the frustration heating your blood.

you made the choice not to pay any more attention to your footsteps, beginning to believe that he had lied to you and wasn't even near you, that this was just to scare you.

- warm.

but then you stopped, and that's how you noticed you were near the entrance hall. no, it couldn't be.

you headed in that direction, advancing slowly, cold sweat beginning to take refuge on your forehead.

- warmer.

shit. shit. shit.

you noticed the cupboard embedded in the wall a metre from the landing, and realized he was probably here. I'd have heard him, the kitchen's right next door. you had no idea what was going on.

- very very warm, he whispered.

your trembling hand came to rest on the wrist of the hall cupboard, hesitantly, you didn't open it immediately, feeling your breathing quicken.

in a split second, you brought your other hand to the cabinet and jerked it open. but nothing, absolutely nothing.

- fucking bastard, you growled.

you sighed, and slammed the wardrobe doors shut, the sound echoing throughout the apartment after this act of anger and you could hear him laughing in your ear.

pissed off, you returned to the kitchen to the very same spot where you had decided to call the police, still holding your weapon in your hand which was now on the kitchen counter facing the living room.

- now you're boiling.

you held your phone so tightly in your hand that you could have crushed it. you didn't know whether your hands were shaking with fear or anger, or both.

- i’m done with that shit, you growled again, if you want me, come and get me.

- want you in which way, darling ? don't get me wrong, both involve ropes, but it's an important distinction to make before we proceed.

- w-what ?

and just then, you saw a shadow with a very tall figure forming right in front of you.

you immediately dropped your phone from your hands, about to turn and brandish your knife to stab him, but a large gloved hand pressed against your mouth and an imposing body slammed you against the surface.

your scream was then muffled by the hand over your mouth, and your knife was snatched from your other hand, panic instantly seizing you after your weapon was snatched from you, you tried to fight back by reaching behind him with your hands, but his free hand had no trouble grabbing both your wrists and pinning them behind your back.

- i told you it'd be a shame if i find you first, he said mockingly.

the tears in your eyes blurred your vision, you kept squirming in all directions and your screams kept choking against your attacker's glove. then you felt them, your hands bound by ropes.

ropes that burned your wrists, he had to take his hand away from his mouth to bind your hands, and you couldn't control the rhythm of your breathing.

- no no no no no, you protested, naively trying to free yourself from the ropes.

just then, you felt his hips push you against the counter again and his hand slid down your back to force you against the surface, bended you over, he towered over you.

- p-please, please let me go, you tried not to let the tears roll down your cheeks, but your voice betrayed your fear.

- where's that attitude you were giving me earlier, hm ?

- i-i’m sorry, you let your forehead hit the cold surface of the counter, your eyes closed.

- you look so good like that, he murmured under his breath, bended over, begging for me, better than i have imagined.

a new complaint came from the back of your throat, and you started to struggle again, unconsciously moving your hips to push him away. then you felt something against you, something hard, then you heard him growl.

your mouth fell open in astonishment, you must surely have heard wrong, you thought. then you continued to rub your hips against him, your two bodies pressed together, and suddenly his left hand grabbed your hip to immobilize you.

an amused smile spread across your lips, contradicting the tears in your eyes.

- does this turn you on ? do i'm turning you on mr. ghostface ? you said in a playful tone.

- shut up, i'm gonna fuck that attitude out of you, spat the killer.

a groan threatened to leave your mouth but you managed to control it, feeling all wet after rubbing yourself against him and his modulated voice making you feel things you shouldn't feel.

a moan threatened to leave your mouth but you managed to control it, you felt all wet after rubbing yourself against him and his modulated voice made you feel things you shouldn't feel.

quickly, he removed your shorts followed by your underwear, leaving you almost naked apart from your black top, your wet intimacy exposed to the cool apartment air sending a shiver down your spine and forcing you to squeeze your thighs together.

- uh uh, none of that, open those legs for me, he said, slapping one of your thighs.

aware of the extent of your desire between your legs, you spread them slowly and slightly, enough for him to slip his hand in.

his fingers began to tease your crotch, you were about to open your mouth to express your desire, but closed it when his fingers moved to brush over her clit. you breathed deeply and closed your eyes as you felt his fingers gently beginning to knead at your clit and press against your entrance.

you took a shaky breath, clenching down around the finger gently as it was pushed in up to the second knuckle.

you moaned happily, your hips pressing forward. your hips swayed further as he began to move his fingers slowly. his fingers moved in and out of her slowly. then he gently curled them as he moved them, smiling at the cry he drew from you. his thumb gently massaged your clit, and you arched your back silently asking for more.

- you like that, huh ?

you nodded positively, moaning softly, your lip still between your teeth.

- come on, what did i told you earlier, sweetheart ?

words.

- f-fuck, y-yes.

- yes what ? while curling his fingers inside of you.

- yes, yes i-i like that.

he was starting to pick up his pace, you could hear his breathing jerking in turn, getting harder and harder by the pretty sounds you were making and the way you were moving your hips against him. although he'd been using a fairly gentle rhythm, now he was thrusting his fingers into you harder and harder, going even deeper.

causing moans that you could no longer control, especially when he added another finger, unconsciously, you closed your legs once more against the sensation that invaded you, but his other hand forced you to keep them spread for him.

even if you wanted to deny him access to your legs by closing them, you couldn't, his grip was too strong for you to move, it would probably leave a mark later.

when his fingers reached that spot inside you, you tilted your head back, eyes closed. he took advantage of your position to lean towards you, so that his fingers were deep inside you, and your belly was completely pressed into the countertop surface, as were your hips.

he grabbed your jaw to force you to open your eyes and tilt your head back even further, causing you to arch your back even more to the point of slight pain, and with your hands tied behind your back, it wasn't easy, so when you did, you fell into the big, intimidating black eyes of his mask.

but the idea of him fucking you in his ghostface costume, mask and gloves made you wetter, it was so wrong.

you gave him those doe eyes, and he swore he could have cum right now just from the look you were giving him. you half-opened your mouth as if to let out another moan, but nothing came out.

his thumb moved to your lower lip, his hand still gripping your jaw. his other hand continued to penetrate you roughly, but you still wanted more. he could read the desire on your face, in your eyes.

- what's the matter, pretty girl ? do you want my cock instead ?

you nod eagerly.

- please, i w-want it so bad.

the position you were in meant you couldn't breathe properly, your back arched, your head back as you stared into the big black eyes of the ghost mask.

his thumb pressed your clitoris just right, in a delicious way that brought back that exquisite sensation in your lower belly. but suddenly he withdrew his hand, feeling you suddenly empty, you let out a whine.

but he quickly silenced you by pushing the two fingers inside you into your mouth, his other hand controlling your movements through your jaw and forcing you to take his fingers covered in your juices.

- that's it, taste yourself, take those fingers right down your throat, whispered ghostface.

you felt your taste on his two fingers deposited on your tongue, you closed your mouth to suck greedily on his fingers that he pushed deep into your throat, creating new tears in the corner of your eyes and causing you a gag that seemed to satisfy him.

his fingers were so deep in your throat that your saliva was starting to drip down the corner of your mouth.

His hand that held your jaw withdrew from it, you felt the trace of the fabric of his gloves burn your jaw in the absence of his hand, then just after, you heard the sound of a belt unbuckling just behind you.

claiming only his fingers or his cock inside of you again, you moved your hips back, and felt the brutal material of his jeans, and then, from his underwear, you could especially feel his erection that was right against your ass.

you tried to speak, but with his fingers in your throat and the taste of your wetness on your tongue, those sounds were muffled, but you knew he'd heard you because he pushed his fingers even deeper into your mouth, making you feel a little dizzy.

as he let out a muffled moan against the movement of your hips against him, he in turn thrust against you, feeling your clitoris swell with excitement.

then, a few seconds later, unexpectedly, without any warning from him, you felt his tip right in front of your entrance and quickly, he penetrated you brutally, knocking the wind out of your lungs, causing you to scream due to the impact.

- did i go in too fast ? he laughed, tilting his head to one side, his voice still modified by the modulator.

he started to thrust in and out of you at a pace that made you see stars. his fingers left your throat, and you took a deep breath of air, you were suffocating, and yet his index finger remained between your mouth and your teeth, understanding what he wanted you to do, you bit the material of his glove, allowing him to slide his hand out, removing his glove for him, letting go of the glove in your mouth, you could then observe his hand.

large and covered with veins. You could almost recognize his hand. Your pussy was throbbing and the harsh thrusts didn't help.

suddenly, his hand grabbed the back of your neck and tilted you forward, pushing your chest against the surface where you rested your cheek. it felt so good, you could hear him growling behind you and your whole body wanted to submit to him. his thrusts pushed your belly against the counter, his hips slammed into your buttocks.

for support, he grabbed the ropes he'd tightened around your hands, still holding your neck to make sure you didn't move, you were his to fuck.

you tried to straighten up, but his grip prevented you, so you tried to look over your shoulder, and just seeing him fucking you could make you cum on the spot, his tall figure, the mask, him dominating you.

the erotic sound of his cock thrusting into you filled the room and mingled with your moans and grunts.

- harder, please fuck me harder, you begged, letting your forehead fall back against the counter, eyes closed.

- you want me to fuck you harder ? he said playfully, fine then, i’ll fuck you harder.

he did as you asked, but first by slowing down his thrusts, you then let out some moans as you arched your back, but then he thrust more brutally, deeper into you, all the while being fast. you opened your mouth in pleasure, before going back to biting your lip.

his bare hand grabs your waist and uses it as leverage to thrust into you, leaving you little or no time to adjust as he drives deep into you.

he pulls you back, using his grip on your wrists as your pussy tightens around his cock under his thrusts.

after a few more strokes that made you feel disoriented to the point where it was hard to keep your eyes open. a small noise near you caught your attention, you reopened your eyes breathing hard, and noticed the ghostface mask right next to you, he'd just pulled it off. your eyes widened in astonishment.

- taking it so well, hm whore ? he said in a taunting tone, the modulator was off, god, you feel amazing, he moaned.

and you recognized that voice.

- e-ethan ?

you couldn't see him, but he was smiling and pounding into you, his curly hair falling back on his forehead with a little sweat on his temples.

without you expecting it, his hand on the back of your neck slid down your throat to pull you back to his torso, your hands tied behind your back making the position slightly uncomfortable, but when you let your head fall below his shoulder to look up at him, you forgot the discomfort.

you couldn't believe it, ethan, the shy, dorky guy you were so close to.

- hi baby, surprised ? he smirked devilishly.

- i- you tried to speak, but another of his blows triggered a soft moan.

he laughed again, his eyes never leaving your face, watching as your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth opened in pleasure. he tightened his hand around your neck enough to reduce the air passing through to your lungs, and again he felt you tighten around him.

- look at you, what a little slut. you look so pretty with my hand around your throat.

wanting to look at him, you opened your eyes again, your eyes met and you noticed how dark his gaze was as I'd never seen it before. his hand on your hip began to rub your clit deliciously while he was thrusting in you.

he leaned over and placed his lips against yours to kiss you passionately, not giving you a chance to breathe, you kissed him back without hesitation, which made him smile.

when the kiss ended and you parted, you looked up at him again, his hand still around your neck. you let out at surprised gasp when he forced you to bend over once more, removing his hand from your throat to move it into your hair, which he grabbed to pull you back.

you found yourself in the same position as before, your back curved and your head tilted back. you could see him, but instead of the ghostface mask, you saw ethan's angelic face, who wasn't actually so angelic.

his grip on your hair made you groan, and you'd never have suspected this dominance from mindy's number one suspect.

- open your mouth.

damn.

you opened your mouth as he asked, tongue out, with a doe eyed gaze that made him growl. he leaned closer and spat into your mouth.

- swallow it.

and you did. you swallowed without replying under his eager gaze. you stuck out your tongue to prove it, god, you were sure you looked so dirty like that. his gloveless hand found its way to your cheek, and he patted it before caressing it with a delicacy that contradicted the brutality of his strokes that made you stammer.

- that’s it. you’re being very good baby.

the praise pushed you to give him a fucked up smile. the more time passed, the more you felt that knock in your lower belly. you were close,and ethan could feel it too by the way you tightened around him.

- s-shit, e-ethan, i’m close.

- i know, baby, cum for me.

with his hand pulling your hair tighter so he could get a better view of your face to see you cum, before long, you were cumming and felt your legs trembling under the intensity, and when you came, you let out the prettiest sound without worrying whether your neighbors heard you or not.

he let go of your hair, and both his hands bestially gripped your hips, he was close too, you felt overstimulated but you knew he was going to cum soon so you

let him use you. he muttered "fuck" under his breath, and cummed as he sank deep inside you, stopping his thrusts to stay deep inside you. he tilted his head back, his adam's apple perfectly visible and you didn't have to look at him to know he must be incredibly beautiful like that.

#ethan landry #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #scream #scream 6 #jack champion #scream smut #ethan landry x y/n #chad meeks martin smut #ethan landry one shot #sam carpenter smut #tara carpenter #mindy meeks martin #sam carpenter #richie kirsch #amber freeman #ghostface smut #ghostface #slashers

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gabessquishytum · 3 months ago

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Hi! I love fat!hob posts and I was so hoping for more. I love the idea of Hob being self conscious and insecure, only for Dream to be Into It. Could chubby Hob fall for Dream (whom he doesn't know yet) at a BDSM club? The hot top with that Voice and that Glare, who could have any number of svelte, wiry partners - plus, you know, physical tropes with come with subbing - would never be into someone larger and hairier. Dream, of course, notices Hob in the club and totally finger-crooks him over.

Fat Hob is everything to me, I'm so glad you also enjoy him!!! Fat sub Hob is such a wonderful idea!!

See, Hob is trying to love his body. It's something that he really wants for himself, and he figured that the kink club would be a good place to start. It's anonymous, there are rules and regulations regarding the patrons behaviour, and there's also the option of being mostly naked. Hob has high hopes!

It's pretty tough when he gets there, however. He's wearing his favourite pink booty shorts and nothing else, and it's kind of scary to be there with his tummy out and his rolls on display. The other club attendees seem very confident, and although Hob spots a few larger bodied people in the crowd, he still feels... inferior. He sits in a corner and thinks that maybe he'll give it 10 minutes and then go home. At least he can say that he tried!

But then he feels someone looking at him. There's a man standing across the room, and he appears to be wearing nothing except a long black coat and some big leather boots. His eyes are bright blue and he's definitely gazing at Hob like... like he's something delicious. Hob follows the crooked finger like he's in a daze, approaching the slim, commanding man. He drops to his knees without even thinking about whether his stomach looks okay.

Dream is besotted with the cute, soft man who knelt for him at the kink club without even having to be asked. He thinks that Hob is the most stunning creature on earth, and he's dying to worship those soft thighs and that precious tummy. He'll gladly show Hob that he has no reason to feel insecure - he's perfection. Dream will just have to gently dom him until he agrees <3

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #fat hob #cw body image

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cuubism · 1 month ago

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AO3 Wrapped (author's edition)

tagged by @five-and-dimes :)

Fics posted this year!

Webs (Silly Rabbit AU)

The Kiss of Death (Hob/Death 1389)

bliss, for a time (Dreamling light dom/sub)

mind & heart, body & soul (Malec, final chapter)

Morphology (Dreamling eldritch smut)

Rock Paper Scissors (Hob playing the oldest game)

Computation (Math AU)

Blush (Retired Dream)

all this is metaphor (Touch starved Dream)

not made small (Hope/Morpheus reverse AU)

these physical trappings (Trans Hob)

the same page (Ace Dream)

some kind of eulogy (suicidal Dream, epistolary)

sword and shield (Hob gets 'killed' protecting Dream)

finding your voice (Trans Dream)

Unravel (Dreamling Shibari)

Imaginary Numbers (Math AU, Hob centric)

Protective (Dreamling hospital proposal)

Calculations (Math AU, disordered eating)

Stormy Weather (soft Dreamling moment)

Hope for the Future (Patron Saint addendum)

home for the season (Hope/Morpheus, depression fic)

In Search of Nightingales, several chapters (Bookstore Cryptid Dream)

Besieged (Prince Dream/Knight Hob smut)

finger painting (physical therapy fic)

Assumptions (Ace Dream v. 2)

Night Games (royalty kink smut in the Dreaming)

Made in an Instant (Wish pregnancy fic)

the melting press of the sun, a few chapters (2022 meeting divergence)

wherever you go, there you are (modern AU getting back together)

here for a reason (a meeting on Richmond Green)

Predictive Modeling (Math AU, panic attacks)

my kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder (Dreamling 80s Stockbroker/Musician AU)

business school (Corporate Warprize AU)

Normal (Retired Dream sickfic)

for your punishment (Thief Hob steals Dream's ruby)

Covetous (Sex as a reward fic)

Burnout (Dreamling burnout fic)

Freedom (repressed Dream and fairytale bandit Hob)

save a horse, ride an equestrian (Olympic equestrian AU)

Do It Scared (Dream with anxiety)

Stats of 2024

Works Published: 41

Work Subscriptions: 2,213

Kudos: 16,151

Comment Threads: 2,967

Bookmarks: 3,775

Word Count: 277,822

Top 3 fics of 2024 by kudos:

mind & heart, body & soul

the melting press of the sun

In Search of Nightingales

Top 3 fics of 2024 by word count:

mind & heart, body & soul

In Search of Nightingales

Made in an Instant

Top 3 ships of 2024:

Dreamling, Malec, and, surprise entry, Hob x Death

Top 5 tags of 2024:

Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, AU - Human, Established Relationship, Oral Sex ... wow lmao. Really sums it up

I doubt I'm supposed to tag anyone else now that it's 2025 LOL. ah well

#i will never escape mhbs will i #my fics #tag games

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electricalstemplates · 5 months ago

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hello!

if possible, can you make a y2k webcore themed temp? :)

• Format (Display name, about me, PK, SP, etc.) SP

• Type (Alter, system, display name) Alter Desc

• Length (Long, medium, short) Long

• Emojis, if wanted (Not required, but appreciated) 📁🎧🌐💿💾📎🤖

• Symbols, if wanted (Also not required, but appreciated) ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

• Vertical vs. horizontal (not required, more of an aesthetic for anyone who wants it) horizontal please?

• And anything else you want!

Here you go!! Hope you like it!!

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^_< - ☆**Name is typing**... 🌐｡⋆⸜Nick*names* ✮ Age 📁｡⋆⸜Pronouns ✮ te*rms* 🌐｡⋆⸜Gen*der* ✮ Orient 📁｡⋆⸜Species ✮ Verb*ality_* ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 🎧｡⋆⸜Ro*le* ✮ Alter type 💿｡⋆⸜Source ✮ Source *closeness* 🎧｡⋆⸜*Sub*system ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 💾｡⋆⸜Source talk ⋆₊ y/a/n ✮ Source*mates* ⋆₊ y/a/n 💾｡⋆⸜Dou*bles* ⋆₊ y/a/n ✮ Frontcall ⋆₊ y/a/n ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 📎｡⋆⸜Likes ✮ Dis*likes* 📎｡⋆⸜Hob*bies* ✮ Favorite color 📎｡⋆⸜Favorite food ✮ Favorite *drink* ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 🤖｡⋆⸜Inter*action* ⋆₊ y/a/n ✮ Touch ⋆₊ y/a/n ✮ P*DA* ⋆₊ y/a/n 🤖｡⋆⸜Flir*ting* ⋆₊ y/a/n ✮ Nicknames ⋆₊ y/a/n 🤖｡⋆⸜Pet names ⋆₊ y/a/n ✮ D*ms* ⋆₊ y/a/n ✮ Pings ⋆₊ y/a/n

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timesorceror · 2 days ago

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If you've found this list of fic recs via my Dreamling Fic Recs Masterpost, then you know this list is one of many.

However, if you came upon this list some other way, then know that it is in no way an exhaustive archive of the best of the best in Dreamling (especially since Tumblr posts have a link limit of 100 inline links per post – which this one, according to my calculations). For the full spiel about how this list came to be and a link to my Google Doc with the most up-to-date full list, please see the Masterpost for details.

All you need to know is that this list works sort of like a menu at a restaurant. You're here to eat at Restaurant Dreamling, and the item categories on this menu are of course:

Alternate Universe

Angst with a Happy Ending

Character Study

Crossover

Fishbowl Rescue

Fluff

Friends / Enemies to Lovers

Getting Together

Each category, of course, has sub-category flavor profiles like Hurt/Comfort, Omegaverse, and Dreamsharing, followed by the menu items (i.e., the thing you're here for – the fic recs).

All fic recs in this list are complete, for your reading consideration.

I hope that explanation was enough to get you hungry for some tasty Dreamling fics, and may you have a wonderful dining experience!

Alternate Universe

Canon Divergence AU

a lucky break(out) by cuubism | Teen

Hob acquires a familiar ruby at an antiquities sale. Said ruby summons something else into his home as well. [3 Chapters | 9,892 words]

Amor Vincit Omnia by Lalaith_Quetzalli | Teen

Death is tired of seeing her favorite brother die, cycle after cycle, unable to do anything to save him. Until she realizes that even if she might not be able to do that. Maybe there’s someone else who can. Someone who cares for her brother just as much as she does, if in a different way, someone who’s willing to kill and die and live for him, someone who’ll love him… [3 Chapters | 9,282 words]

It's Rotten Work by Rhinozilla | Teen

Hob visits his storage unit outside Buffalo, New York, on a rainy night. He’s taken to keeping caches like this one around the world…kind of a ‘just in case’ contingency plan. He gets more than he bargained for when he hears a racket coming from the neighboring unit. He didn’t really have a contingency plan for what and who he finds in there. [3 Chapters | 9,990 words]

Ghost / Medium AU

For Now by softestpunk | Mature

Dream talks to ghosts, and writes their stories. One of his ghosts—an Eleanor Gadlen—has a very interesting story to tell about her husband. A man Dream sees in his local café on a weekly basis. [3 Chapters | 18,845 words]

Magic AU

Veil of Great Surprises by equus8 | Teen

Dream wakes from his slumber to find nothing much has actually changed in his life, except how he feels about himself. [...] Dream doesn’t know what he is doing anymore: Hob Gadling, it seems, has it all figured out, and Dream has to know how he manages to keep going. [10 Chapters | 41,990 words]

Modern Setting AU

Cupid's spines by que_lla | Mature

The thing is ugly. It’s roundish and bumpy and its spines are black and irregular. The more Hob looks at it, the more he’s impressed by how truly horrid it looks. [...] “Excellent find,” a deep and beautiful voice says, making him almost jump. “You have chosen a magnificent specimen.” [6 Chapters | 13,261 words]

Selkie AU

i must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky by celestarium (meadowziplines) | Mature

Dream is missing a piece of his soul; he doesn't know he's missing it: doesn't know he's a Selkie, separated from his skin as a baby. He is depressed and feels like he's full of broken pieces, and his sister coaxes him into interacting with Hob Gadling, a swimmer aspiring to swim the English Channel. It won't fix everything. But it could be the start of something new. [2 Chapters | 6,919 words]

Soulmates AU

Eight Poppies by RedBlackOwl (Shaylayn) | Teen

Dream gets a soulmate despite not wanting one. So he chooses to ignore their existence, believing that the problem will solve itself in a couple of decades, when the human dies. Unfortunately for him, the Universe has other plans. [3 Chapters | 15,044 words]

love, i see you now by ink_and_rain | Mature

5 times Dream of the Endless calls Hob Gadling by his full name, and one time he doesn't. [4 Chapters | 19,908 words]

Wings AU

these wings of night (you were only waiting for this moment to fly) by celestarium (meadowziplines) | Teen

By the time a summoning spell rips his essence apart and deposits him in the basement of Fawney Rig in 1916, Morpheus has not let [his wings] out in millennia. They are a constant low ebb of pain, but it is easier to shove that part of himself into a box than the amount of hurt they cause when out. [2 Chapters | 4,837 words]

Angst with a Happy Ending

Age Regression/De-Aging

Dream Myself Away by Anonymous | Not Rated

Dream's emotions explode and he is reduced to toddler size, the dream vortex is still out there, the Corinthian is a concern, and everyone works together to look after Morpheus. [11 Chapters | 46,897 words]

Canon Divergence AU

You Found Me by Avelera | Teen

Hob Gadling is recently divorced and not in a good mental place when Dream walks into the New Inn over thirty years late for their appointment. So, instead of warmly welcoming Dream, Hob decides to finally give him a piece of his mind. As far as he's concerned, it's Dream's turn to be the good friend if he wants Hob back in his life. He was not expecting Dream to take him up on that challenge. [2 Chapters | 15,247 words]

Conversations

Tread of an Echo by LivingProof | Teen

Hob Gadling does not free Dream of the Endless from his prison in the Burgess estate. There is no grand rescue. No barging in, guns blazing, no daring adventure, no dashing escape. There is only this, after. Pints in the New Inn and coffee and conversation in Hob’s office and the slow, slow building of a bridge, brick by brick. Hob does not free Dream from his prison. But he might help save Dream, all the same. [2 Chapters | 14,126 words]

Different First Meeting AU

I loved and I loved and I lost you by Dino_Cattivo | General Audiences

Dream never went into the tavern with his sister. It was Death who fascinated by Hob grants him immortality. Years later Hob and Dream meet each other not knowing about each other's connection to Death assuming the other is human. [5 Chapters | 28,446 words]

Dreamsharing

A Different Kind of Burn by Ruby_Casablanca | Mature

Wherein Hob dreams of war, Morpheus dreams of an escape from his prison, and over the span of many years, they fall into dreams that blur the lines between friendship and something more. [4 Chapters | 14,142 words]

Fairy Tale Elements

the silent isle imbowers by tharkuun | Mature

Hob Gadling remembers the last dream he ever had when he was a boy; he remembers the strange man he met within it, and the war that already was consuming the Dreaming. Sometimes he thinks he would do anything to save that Dream King, if the stories happened to be true. One day, he just might. [9 Chapters | 31,422 words]

Falling In Love

Vortex Street by Ouiche | Mature

“And that’s why, when the 21st century started, I decided I wanted to understand how it worked. I got a degree in aeronautics, and before I knew it I was in the middle of a PhD. That’s how I became a physicist.” “I remember recruiting two physicists in 1909, to work for me," Dream says pensively. “Henri Bénard and Theodore von Kármán.” Hob’s eyebrows lifts. “You had a bit of a vortex problem?” [14 Chapters | 44,564 words]

Fishbowlmates AU

And Though I Burn (How Could I Fall) by Purplesauris | Explicit

In 1916, Dream is summoned by an amateur magician while chasing a rogue nightmare. In 1916, Hob Gadling is caught in the cross fire of said summoning. [12 Chapters | 52,588 words]

Human / Ghost AU

No Grave (Can Hold My Body Down) by JustJReally | Teen

“You’re a ghost,” Morpheus reminds Hob. “You’re not obligated to me anymore. You’re- you’re free to go,” he says. [...] Hob deflates. It’s strangely literal; his feet touch the floor for the first time in this conversation. “That’s. Kind of you. I think,” he says, in the tones of a ten-year-old who’s been given socks for his birthday and is trying very hard to be polite about it. “I’d rather not, though? [6 Chapters | 18,907 words]

Hurt/Comfort (Fishbowl Rescue)

Best Laid Plans by imnotcryingipromise | Teen

In which Hob Gadling intends to have a fling with a guard in Burgess' mansion and instead stumbles upon his stranger. [2 Chapters | 10,884 words]

nurse my pride, throw in a please by OrangeChickenPillow | Teen

Hob is a patient man, and Dream is a stubborn one. [...] And, naturally, he also hadn't seen it coming when she told him that his stranger needed his help. But if Hob had learned anything in his unnaturally long life. [6 Chapters | 58,368 words]

Sing Me To Sleep by Rhythm_of_Light | General Audiences

Dream’s hands were cold as they cupped Hob’s face, desperate to hold on to this reality. “I’m here, I’m real,” Hob said, wrapping the coat around Morpheus’ shoulders, drawing it around his thin frame. Or, Jessamy enlists the help of Hob Gadling to free Dream of the Endless. [2 Chapters | 3,359 words]

Sycamore, Ash, Moss And Loam by Rauchendes_GNU | Mature

Hob Gadling doesn't really expect having to save his Stranger from his prison in Fawney Rig. Dream doesn't expect to have his Endless essence ripped from him by a brutal spell that leaves him weak and painfully human. Lucky for him, Hob has gone through many lifetimes and knows how to be human. [35 Chapters | 53,572 words]

Through a Fractured Existence by Stormysaslytherin | Mature

The grimoire Burgess uses to trap Dream contains a more sinister secret, something that will strip power and essence from the Endless. [...] Hob is having terrible dreams all seemingly centering around his Stranger and the need to find him. Except he has no place to start and the journey may change him forever. [21 Chapters | 84,934 words]

Hurt/Comfort (Pre Fishbowl)

Having or Seeming to Have No End or Limit by r_n_g_are_dead | Teen

A love story between two beings who have all the time in the world, and yet nowhere near enough. A dive into how Hob Gadling and Dream of the Endless fell for each other, from their 1789 meeting through the present (and beyond…), and in which Dream breaks their 100-years pact before their pact is broken for them. Because Hob was right: Dream is lonely. [11 Chapters | 31,039 words]

Hob needs a nap by Dino_Cattivo | General Audiences

Hob can't seem to fall asleep if he isn't cuddled by someone. The problem is he has no one, ever since he was driven out of his home and to the street. Will things change when he meets his stranger in the White Horse? [2 Chapters | 8,957 words]

Hurt/Comfort (Post Fishbowl)

Dreamling Febu-Whump angst-fest by Mistressaq | Teen

Hob has settled in on a weekend grading papers on his sofa when his former-Stranger-current-Friend appears out of thin air and crashes onto his coffee table. Hob’s fight-or-flight kicks in, and regrettably, after six hundred years on this Earth, his instinct is fight. [..] He succeeds at nudging Morpheus, so he rolls onto his back and reveals the puddle of blood growing beneath him. [5 Chapters | 12.131 words]

find hope in the hopeless by Thesuspiciousflyingjellyfish | Teen

Dream breaks and becomes lost. From this comes Sleep, dreams without hope. And in some ways, it's for the better. [2 Chapters | 18,669 words]

Galaxies on the Floor by aliaoftwoworlds | Teen

Hob hadn’t planned to confess his immortality to anyone, but it had seemed the right thing to do at the time, and he turned out to be very grateful for it one day as he and his most knowledgeable student knelt on the floor of a classroom beside the smoldering body of a demon, trying to hold down a writhing, shapeshifting creature that usually masqueraded as Hob’s man-shaped lover. [11 Chapters | 55,913 words]

Liminal Space by Rhinozilla | Teen

Hob sustains a mortal wound when he instinctively blocks an attack meant for Dream. Before this, Dream has never been a witness to any of Hob’s “deaths.” Even though it’s only temporary, the shock and sorrow immediately overwhelm him, and he burns. Everything. Hob catches glimpses of the chaos during his resuscitation. [3 Chapters | 9,348 words]

Stained Glass World by BlueEcho (Zwetschge14) | General Audiences

The cracks and damages in the walls of the Dreaming - the aftermath of the Vortex - causes the dreams and nightmares of Dreamers all over the Dreaming to bleed together, and unprepared for the sheer number of Dreamers, dreams and nightmares, Dream finds himself overwhelmed and unable to deal with the situation. The only thing he can do is seek refuge with his oldest friend. [5 Chapters | 13,229 words]

Strains of a Melody by ginoeh | Mature

When Hob Gadling strands on Naxos at the beginning of the 20th century, some long-laid plans and designs unravel. While the great stories always return to their original form, for some this is the start of an entirely new narrative. The Fates, though, demand their due and neither Dream not Hob are free until all debts are paid in full. [6 Chapters | 55,526 words]

the gift of hindsight by itsthechocopuff | Teen

What if, when they meet in the twenty-first century, Hob is a little more human, a little slower to forgive, and Dream a little more cognizant of how one should treat centuries-old friends, though no more socially competent? Or: Dream's admission that Hob is his friend prompts a realisation of what else Dream's longest - and only - friend means to him. [3 Chapters | 13,733 words]

Unsung Lullabies by Cheshyr | Teen

An attack on the Dreaming leaves Dream wounded and weakened in an unexpected way- physically, mentally, and emotionally, Dream is temporarily left as a child. Hob is given the task of watching over him until he heals, which seems simple enough, but slowly through their time together he learns more about the things his love struggles with and why. He learns more about Dream’s family, and the ways he’s been hurt that he won’t admit. But with Hob’s help, he may begin to heal some of his ancient hurts. [7 Chapters | 30,761 words]

Waiting for a star to fall by Dino_Cattivo | General Audiences

After their meeting in the New Inn, Hob starts to have dreams of his Stranger, and they build a relationship in the Dreaming. But not everything is as happy as it seems. [2 Chapters | 11,805 words]

Omegaverse

In Need of Seaside Air by bookslutskye | Teen

After giving birth to his second child, Dream finds himself unable to care for the boy or even himself. Getting out of bed seems an insurmountable task, but the more he rests the worse he feels. Hob, in an attempt to get Dream back to himself, takes the family to the coast until the end of summer. He just hopes it will be enough. [10 Chapters | 20,353 words]

The New Inn is a Temple

I Threw Glass at My Friend's Eyes and Now i’m on Probation by TheStemCell | Teen

Or how to unknowingly build a shrine to the personification of dreams, only for him to appear wet and naked outside your pub. A raven is there. [2 Chapters | 16,467 words]

Time Loop

Tuesday Morning Blues by Moorishflower | Mature

Too many sad days / Too many Tuesday mornings / I thought of you today / I wished it was yesterday morning. | Hob Gadling wakes up. He wakes up. He wakes up. [14 Chapters | 36,685 words]

Character Study

Dream of the Endless│Morpheus Needs a Hug

Perspective by Ardin | Teen

The dreams and nightmares have all been returned or otherwise handled. The cracks from the ghost hiding in the Dreaming have gone - the baby may be an issue at some point, but not now. [...] So why can't Dream rest? Maybe because while everything has been put to rights, it has also changed. And so has he. It would be nice to have someone to talk to about that. But maybe he already does. [4 Chapters | 18,896 words]

Crossover

Good Omens

A Demon Walks Into A Bar by LapisLazuli13 | Teen

And accidentally finds an immortal human whom he can share a drink with and grumble about how dense some certain oblivious otherworldly beings are. Hob Gadling has only one thing to complain about in this whole situation. “I own an inn, not a bar.” “For the sake of the joke just shut up and agree with me.” [2 Chapters | 4,211 words]

strange friends in strange places by multifandom_fanfic_writer | Teen

Hob makes a friend at the Classic Car Convention and stumbles upon a strange bookshop. When his Stranger asks him for help to find a certain grimoire, things get even more confusing. [3 Chapters | 11,485 words]

Shadowhunters

A Dream of Rescue by Aria_Lerendeair | Teen

Magnus Bane receives orders to investigate what is a trapped warlock (or something demonic) in the basement of one Roderick Burgess. He isn't expecting to come across two creatures already planning a rescue of said captive. Even more than that - he isn't expecting the captive to be an Endless, of all things. [13 Chapters | 51,299 words]

Fishbowl Rescue

During WWI

what could have been by imnotcryingipromise | Teen

A multipart fic beginning with Dreamling reuniting in 1889 and detailing Dream’s capture and Hob’s attempt to rescue him. [5 Chapters | 22,441 words]

Post WWI

The Barghest Nightmare by Aria_Lerendeair | Mature

It was 1906 when Hob was bitten by a creature. Seventeen years later, after rescuing his Stranger from the basement of a manor, Hob finds out that he's not just a hybrid werewolf type. No, he's something far beyond even his own imagination, something that only his Stranger knows and understands. Now if only he could find a way not to be a burden to his Stranger… [2 Chapters | 19,195 words]

fall asleep to dreams of home (where the waves are crashing) by Thranduilland | Mature

Everyone has a soulmate and until soulmates meet, they see the world in black and white. Dream didn't think he had a soulmate, until he asks a man in 1389 if he'd heard correctly that they weren't going to die... [5 Chapters | 18,692 words]

Hob to the rescue by Anonymous | Teen

Hob Gadling attends a party at Roderick Burgess’s mansion at the request of his client, following the rumour of a ‘devil’ in the magus’s basement. To his utter surprise, Hob finds none other than his mysterious stranger. Well, Hob can’t leave him there, can he? [2 Chapters | 7,185 words]

In Awe, I Stand by sleepsonfutons | Teen

A tale of awe inspired. On one side, Hob Gadling experiencing revelation; on the other, Dream experiencing the unexpected and unbridled want of his immortal companion. [2 Chapters | 1,991 words]

In the arms of Morpheus | Dans les bras de Morphée. by aalisse | Teen

Death comes for a raven, and finds her brother. He doesn't ask her for help, but prevents her possible entrapment, so she finds Hob Gadling and suggests he do something about the situation at hand. Cue a one man rescue mission in 1926, which leads to dozens of years of platonic, yet vaguely romantic dating both in the waking world and in the Dreaming. [2 Chapters | 12,320 words]

Into Darkness and Howling (I'll Keep Him From Drowning) by TinyButFierce | Teen

It was beginning to sound like Roderick Burgess had something or someone trapped in his basement. Hob was starting to wonder if he should do something about that. [4 Chapters | 6,157 words]

little by little, and also in great leaps by she_who_loves_dreamling (all_fandoms_reader) | Teen

In one world, Jessamy and Death depart for the Sunless lands, and it will be long years before Dream is free. This is not that world. ~ Hob is eating breakfast on Tuesday, August 10th, in the year of our Lord 1926, when Death comes knocking. [5 Chapters | 21,331 words]

the price of salvation by imnotcryingipromise | Teen

Wealthy businessman, Robyn Stranger is invited to the auction of an unknown supernatural being, held hostage by one Roderick Burgess. The immortal willingly accepts the invitation -given his current penchant for liberating enslaved mortals from their deluded, “magic using” captors- unaware that he is more familiar with the being trapped below, than he ever could have imagined. [5 Chapters | 23,305 words]

The Virtue of Compassion by Konstadt | Mature

Randall Burgess survived the Gallipoli campaign, albeit only just. [...] Randall is forgotten by the wayside and finds a strange comaraderie with the being locked up beyond his reach. He couldn't imagine they had more in common than simply being trapped, much less anything that could be the key to both of them escaping their respective cages. [6 Chapters | 29,735 words]

June 1989

A Dark Familiar Stranger by PH03N1X_360 | Teen

It’s a wonder how strangled a man can feel if he cannot breathe, but he cannot die. In which the lack of air in the cage causes Dream to hallucinate and Hob breaks his Stranger out of the Burgess Mansion. [3 Chapters | 4,268 words]

All My Problems by Hopeful_Foolx | Teen

Hob Gadling is pretty sure his stranger won't show up, and right when he thinks that he should resign himself to his fate, someone else sits down. Death. Handing him a file and information on where and how to get her brother out of... captivity? Really, Hob has broken into places quite a few times, but... Maybe he should not think about what he is about to do so much. [6 Chapters | 23,635 words]

Can I Sleep in Your Brain Tonight, Stranger? by equus8 | Teen

Dream of the Endless gets more than he bargained for in the Burgess' basement. Hob Gadling is just trying to live his comfortable domestic life. Neither of them are prepared for what comes after the glass shatters. [24 Chapters | 69,079 words]

Post 1989

On Hallowed Ground by midnightstarfield | Not Rated

In 1889, Hob said something before thinking it through- or at least that's what he thought in the aftermath. When his Stranger didn't show for their annual centennial meeting, he thought he'd never see him again. However, when he has a strange dream some thirty years after he starts to think that some things might have been out of his control. Maybe his Stranger was lonely but unwilling to admit it and maybe he hadn't missed their meeting willingly. [6 Chapters | 14,420 words]

Fluff

Domestic Fluff

in a moon's turn - flufftober 2022 by neila777 | Teen

Hob opens his eyes to a blue sky and Dream, still at his side. “Hi,” Hob laughs, delight blooming in his chest. Dream smiles softly, “Hello.” [16 Chapters | 8,252 words]

First Kiss

Paleontology by softestpunk | General Audiences

In 2022, Hob shows Dream a fossil he'd meant to show him in 1889. In Hob's dreams, later, Dream explores a missed opportunity. [2 Chapters | 4,945 words]

Getting Together

Braided Longing by Aria_Lerendeair | Teen

Watching Hob Gadling weave braids into the hair of his students as he tells them stories, Dream is filled with the longing for one of the braids that Hob speaks of. One of kinship, an eternal bond, publicly on display for all. However, he is unsure if Hob feels the same. Would Hob wear the same braid to match? A braid for them? [3 Chapters | 13,450 words]

watch the world from the sidelines by hondayotas | Teen

dream has always been on the periphery of life, never wanting to get his hands messy, but hob gadling is pulling him in more than he'd like to admit. [3 Chapters | 13,450 words]

Hurt/Comfort

Closing the Distance by Ryunya | Mature

Distance (and time) make the heart grow fonder, and both Dream and Hob are very happy to be finally reunited. However, Dream gets affected by the Waking world in ways he never has before, and that complicates things a bit. [7 Chapters | 18,096 words]

If you would have me by HanaSheralHaminail | Teen

In his cat form, Dream stretched out his body and yawned languidly. The key shimmered into existence, pulled from the dream of a young writer who fashioned stories of fae queens and mortal sailors, of treasure chests and friendship forged through hardship. “The person who first takes the key from him shall become my spouse.” [2 Chapters | 17,748 words]

I cannot be gently held by imnotcryingipromise | Teen

Hob Gadling is left comatose after a car accident. Dream of the Endless seeks to use Hob’s extended stay in his realm to repair their centuries old friendship. [2 Chapters | 17,748 words]

I will find you in your dreams by Salmaka | Teen

A story where Dream, confused and weak from his time in isolation doesn't make it back to the Dreaming but ends up in Hob's house instead. [9 Chapters | 13,319 words]

Maybe I can stay a little while longer by TheOne_who_Lovesthe_Moon | Mature

Dream finally works up the courage to visit Hob after his capture. They do what they always do: Talk. Talk about Hob's life. But Hob finally wants to know more about Dream, but the Endless is unsure what to tell his immortal friend. So Hob makes it his new mission in life to get to know Dream, whatever it takes. [16 Chapters | 13,619 words]

Metamorphosis by Windsweptinred | Mature

"Where there is Time, there must be Night." "Order, Chaos" "Life, Unlife" "Father, Mother" "And found your Night, long ago, did you not?" [6 Chapters | 24,089 words]

Patience is a Conquering Virtue by Moorishflower | Mature

Hob will wait as long as it takes. A six-hundred year (give or take) slow burn through dreams and memories. [13 Chapters | 22,180 words]

Serendipity (Shall I Dream Of Our Destiny?) by LapisLazuli13 | Teen

A story where Dream, confused and weak from his time in isolation doesn't make it back to the Dreaming but ends up in Hob's house instead. [9 Chapters | 14,756 words]

Terms of Endearment by BeholdingTheGaytimes | Mature

It’s been somewhere between two or three months, he reckons, since Hob started consistently having domestic dreams about a man he hasn’t seen in about a hundred and thirty years. It’s only a bit mortifying. Dreams and the subconscious are odd, and he’s not going to start judging himself now for any wanton desires. [6 Chapters | 13,871 words]

The Weight Of Our Memories by RambleOnWaywardSon | Teen

Dream shows Hob where he's been, and Hob shows Dream something about how to heal. [4 Chapters | 6,972 words]

What our unknown years to come might do by dreamline | Not Rated

Dream returns to Hob after their 2022 reunion to find him unwell. What follows is Hob’s stubborn insistence that he is fine and Dream’s determination to see him healed. [4 Chapters | 26,890 words]

Retired Dream of the Endless | Morpheus

Normal by cuubism | Teen

Since retiring and becoming human, Dream has been far more stoic about his pain than Hob was expecting. [4 Chapters | 6,576 words]

Touch-Starved Dream of the Endless

enough for now by im_not_corrupted | General Audiences

Dream is unused to physical affection. Hob is in love and more than willing to help him with that. [2 Chapters | 5,396 words]

Flying in a dream, Stars by the pocketful by ParadoxInsanity | General Audiences

Dream looked up at Hob, eyes filled with reverence. And stars. There were stars in his eyes. Like very literal stars. Shining little pinpricks of light. Stars. Stars. "Woah." "Hm?" Dream nuzzled into Hob's hand, confused why his ministrations had stopped. "Your eyes, they– they're stars. Like a night sky. Before the industrial revolution." [2 Chapters | 2,554 words]

Friends / Enemies to Lovers

Arranged Marriage

When I Waked, I Cried to Dream Again by 27dragons | Teen

When the dreaded Nightmare King demands the knight Hob for his consort as part of the treaty that ends the bloody war between the Dream Realm and the mortal kingdom to which Hob is sworn, he is shocked… [...] Who knows what other uses the Lord of Nightmares will have for Hob once he's trapped at the heart of the Dreaming? Will the magic that makes him immortal become more of a curse than a blessing? [10 Chapters | 20,000 words]

Dreamsharing

Hope and Stubbornness Endure by icarus_chained | Mature

There are consequences to being caught in nightmares not your own, in the tormented memories of beings infinitely more powerful than you. Hob Gadling doesn't care. Nightmares can't kill him. And if this was ever real, he has no choice but to try and fight it now. To show ... to show his friend that he would have rescued him. If he'd known. He would have tried, no matter what it cost. [2 Chapters | 4,028 words]

I have lately learned the difference by Chthonion | Mature

While Dream is imprisoned, Hob dreams of prisons, until, one by one, all of them take the same shape: a glass cage. Hob doesn't realize why until he meets Dream again, and the dreams don’t stop afterward. [4 Chapters | 18,085 words]

Fix-It Fic

A Gift of Song by Konstadt | Not Rated

Hob is on a slow journey of discovering all of the many names of his stranger-turned-friend. There are a few more he would like to return to him, if he could. Dream and Hob share stories, until Hob shares one with the world and changes everything. A fix-it fic for Dream's greatest regret. [2 Chapters | 8,678 words]

Hob Gadling Loves Dream of the Endless | Morpheus

Messages from friends by manzke888 | Not Rated

Hob figures out a way to send letters to Dream, and altough Matthew doesn't like playing the role of a carrier pigeon, the two of them find confort in their correspondence. [6 Chapters | 5,842 words]

Hurt/Comfort

Afterimage by ScribeofArda | Teen

The anthropomorphic personification of dreaming is sitting on his sofa, staring at a sequin cushion in his lap. His day could be weirder, but Hob isn't quite sure how. [2 Chapters | 8,648 words]

never enough by sanyumi | Mature

Morpheus needed comfort. Not– this. This delusion that Hob was falling into. [...] That Morpheus clung to him out of want, out of affection. That Morpheus’ cold nose dug into the flesh behind Hob’s ear with intention to lay a kiss there, to bite and leave a mark. [2 Chapters |7,352 words]

Slow Burn

golden days by issylra | Teen

"I could stand to see you more often," Hob says, a little bit hesitant, and Dream’s eyebrows nearly rise into his hairline. "That is truly what you wish?” He’s looking at Hob like he’s an enigma wrapped in a riddle, which is funny coming from a not-quite-man whose name he only learned last year after six hundred years of meeting. [7 Chapters | 21,228 words]

Inspire in Me, the Desire in Me by ElloPoppet | Teen

Dream and Hob find each other in 2021, and see no reason why they have to wait centuries to see each other again. And again. [5 Chapters | 14,850 words]

Maybe This Is All Just a Dream by my_written_minds | Teen

When a man clad in all black walks through the door and admits Hob is his friend, Hob doesn't know whether to hug him or play it cool. [...] In other words, Dream starts talking and doesn't stop. And suddenly these once a century dates are no longer once a century. [6 Chapters | 9,141 words]

Something To Get Used To by my_written_minds | Teen

“I think we should stop catching up,” Hob said. Morpheus stared at him, blindsided. When Morpheus shows up at his table in the New Inn, Hob quickly notices that there's something different about his friend. Everything devolves from there. [4 Chapters | 12,502 words]

Something New and Terrifying by locamohita456 | Teen

It was a regular Saturday when Hob Gadling realized he was in love with Dream of the Endless. Contrary to popular belief, this was not good news. [...] How was he supposed to look Dream in the eye next Saturday? Mainly, how was he supposed to not look at his lips and not think about how much he wanted to kiss him senseless and—oh no! Hob smacked his forehead and groaned. [13 Chapters | 52,285 words]

Getting Together

Dragons AU

Dragon Wars by Aria_Lerendeair | Teen

The war against the Fae began long before Hob was born. When the dragons arrived, at last, they were able to properly fight back. And when the Endless arrived, the war became a stalemate. After meeting and bonding with his own dragon, Hob Gadling does everything in his power (and then some) to end the war once and for all with the help of Dream of the Endless. [6 Chapters | 39,377 words]

Hurt/Comfort

Finding My Way to You by ShadowTenshiV | Teen

A story of how Hob brings it upon himself to return the dreaming to its former glory, and if that means getting to learn about this being known as the Dream Lord as he goes through a maze, well, that won’t stop him. It won’t be easy, with many challenges to come and memories to face, good thing that he is known for being stubborn. [7 Chapters | 46,048 words]

Let me be your knight by justAperidot | Mature

Hob is delighted his Stranger—who is no longer a stranger, he is Dream—is visiting him more often and letting Hob see more of him. [...] Still, if anything else were to happen to Dream, say, for a completely random example, if he were to go to war against the army of one Lucifer Morningstar, then Hob would be more than ready to go above and beyond to protect him. No matter the cost. It is, after all, what is expected of a knight before his King. [22 Chapters | 38,532 words]

Knight of the Dreaming Hob AU

What dreams my come, when living is at an end by Sebena | Teen

The one where Hob chose to die in 1689 and joined Morpheus in the Dreaming, commencing one hundred years of slow burn. [9 Chapters | 77,966 words]

Minor Deity Hob AU

A Mug's Game by Anonymous | Mature

Hob Gadling teaches history, flirts with Death, gets a boyfriend, and accidentally breaks the laws of the universe. [4 Chapters | 14,136 words]

MPreg / Accidental Baby Acquisition

Crown of Dreams by booksluteye | Mature

Dream of the Endless is captured by an amateur magic user by the name of Roderick Burgess in 1916. Burgess is demanding gifts in return for Dream's freedom, but Dream refuses. With the stalemate, it looks like he will be stuck there for a long time, until one day when Dream is woken by an intense bout of nausea. It seems he's not the only one trapped in Burgess' basement. [10 Chapters | 12,858 words]

Temporary Amnesia

what you once wanted by astrhae | Mature

You know what kept me going, century after century?” Hob is angry enough, desperate enough, that his voice drops low, quiet. “Even when I had nothing?” The music around them crests, waves crashing against the unyielding shores of time – “Chimneys,” Morpheus answers, bland. Oh, what a bastard. [4 Chapters | 14,136 words]

The New Inn is a Temple

Cling Fast by Losyark | Mature

Hob Gadling is a clingy bastard, and he’s not ashamed to admit it. He clings to life. He clings to hope. He clings to his love of humanity. He clings to his Stranger. He also, unfortunately, has a habit of clinging to his name. Which means, when the BBC is looking for a new pet history expert to appear in their educational docudrama series “Elizabethan Manor,” they’re overjoyed to find a professor who (according to their meticulous research) is actually descended from the Master of the National Trust building they’re filming in - Gadlen House. Only Hob knows how right they are. [13 Chapters | 59,577 words]

keep your secrets by ProblemWithTrouble | Teen

Hob builds a temple, Dream finally returns, and things are left unspoken. For a while. [5 Chapters | 14,161 words]

Time Travel

Promise of A Thousand Years by Dreams_of_Raven | Teen

An AU in which Hob could travel through time, but every time he did, he always ended up in the nude. [4 Chapters | 9,132 words]

Romantic Fluff

Mine Own Heart by xxSparksxx | Teen

When Dream of the Endless comes back to Hob Gadling, Hob is determined to be a Very Good Friend to him, because Dream's been through some stuff, and if what he needs is a safe haven, then Hob is going to give him that. [...] And alright, maybe that's not all he wants, but it's not about what he wants, it's about what Dream needs, so Hob is going to look after him as best he can, and try not to break his own heart in the meantime. [18 Chapters | 70,265 words]

Soulmate AU

Passing Stranger! (You Do Not Know How Longingly I Look Upon You) by WyvernQuill | Teen

Hob has known that Dream is his mildly star-crossed soulmate since their first meeting in 1389, but believes they have a mutual understanding not to acknowledge it; Dream, meanwhile, was under the impression that the Endless have no soulmates whatsoever, up until their sixth meeting in 1889. Finding out they're wrong comes as a bit of a shock to both of them. [14 Chapters | 25,112 words]

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FINAL CHAPTER: crawling back to you Ch. 13

Series: the sinner in me

Dreamling (human AU: proDom!Dream/sub!Hob) || Rated E || completed || 17.8k words

Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, past relationship(s), complicated relationships, age difference (7-10 years), cheating, unknown/potential mistaken identities, proDom!Dream, sub!Hob, BDSM, dom/sub, D/s, angst, but with a happy ending, Hob Gadling marries Orpheus, but falls in love with his father, canonical character death, Jessamy doesn't make it in this version either, Grief/Mourning, Dream acts like a sad wet cat (but rightfully so), attraction, secret crush, relationship problems, masturbation, non-consensual touching that could be perceived as sexual assault, mild blood kink, anal fingering, identity reveal, praise kink, muzzle, temperature play, ice play, anal plug, degradation kink, derogatory language, cock cages, rough body play, wet & messy, anal sex, rimming, oral sex, cock warming

Dream gets home from his parents’ holiday party, walks through the empty house, and straight to the third floor guest bedroom. He sits down on the hardwood floor next to the vent, pulls his knees up to his chest, and hides his face. Well, isn't he in a sorry fucking state? Happy goddamned Christmas, indeed. After moping in The Bedroom™️ for longer than his therapist would deem appropriate, Dream heads down to the library and mixes himself another drink.

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Fic: Tutoring Sessions

Dreamling, Smut, Professor Hob/Student Dream, Dom/sub, Brat Dream

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 1/?

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“I won’t sugarcoat it: Caxton was a bit shit at printing, relatively speaking. So why are we still talking about him, you ask? Well, given that there was no standardized version of the English language at the time—”

Whatever doubtlessly fascinating point Hob was about to make dies on his tongue. His mouth goes dry and his brain dribbles steadily out of his ears when he sees the student in the front row, sprawled low in his seat with his legs spread wide. Neither the flimsy fold-out desk nor his painted-on black jeans do anything to hide his raging erection.

Dream Endels is smirking wickedly at Hob, clearly pleased to have rendered him speechless. Hob glares back at him from behind the podium as he shuffles through his notes and tries to salvage his lecture. He’s furious with Dream, yes, but he’s even angrier at himself for allowing this to happen. And it goes without saying that he’s also desperately aroused right at the moment.

Dream, all willowy limbs and perfect cheekbones and bewitching blue eyes, has given Hob nothing but trouble since the start of term. Always flirting with him and showing up to class in crop tops and miniskirts that leave even less to the imagination than his current ensemble, sucking on his pen and pointedly asking Hob if he could do any “extra credit” to improve his grade. The perfect brat.

At first, Hob refused his advances on principal. But god, was he tempted. In any other context, no one but the most prudish busybodies would bat an eye at their relationship—Dream is 21, Hob is only 34, and this is the 21st century; it’s not that scandalous. That’s what he tells himself, anyway. Still, Hob’s never wanted to be that sleazy professor who sleeps with his students and gets into messy entanglements. At least, not until he’s tenured.

It didn’t take long for Dream to wear him down, though. He’d shown up to Hob’s office in an outfit better suited for a fetish club than a university campus and demanded “private tutoring sessions,” which was frankly an insulting thing to ask of someone with a PhD. And it’s not as if Dream needs tutoring anyway; his essays are brilliant, with far more depth and insight than Hob would expect from any undergraduate. He actually would’ve liked to discuss them with Dream sometime, maybe over coffee—purely for scholarly reasons, with no ulterior motives, of course.

But the afternoon—and indeed, Hob’s entire life from that point forward—had taken a decidedly different turn.

When Hob sighed wearily and directed him to the campus tutoring center, Dream dropped the coy act and told him, in no uncertain terms, that he was accustomed to getting his way and would make Hob’s life a living nightmare if he continued to reject him. Hob laughed and, before he could think better of it, took the lad over his knee and gave him the good, hard spanking he clearly needed.

“It’s about time someone taught you a lesson,” he’d said. “No one’s ever said no to you in your life, have they?”

Dream hadn’t answered, merely let out the sweetest little whines and whimpers before promptly coming in his pants. Hob nearly passed out as all the blood in his head rushed suddenly to his cock, and if he weren’t so overwhelmed by raw lust he’d have noticed the dangerous flare of affection warning him that this was the point of no return; keep going and he’d be well and truly fucked.

So what had he done?

“Tsk tsk. Oh darling, that is pathetic,” Hob scolded. “Can’t even control yourself, can you? You need to learn some discipline.”

He yanked Dream’s dirty panties off and stuffed them into his mouth while Dream scrambled to bend over the desk, presenting his cute little arse for Hob to fuck. It was fast and rough and, honestly, the best sex Hob had ever had in his life. The whole thing was surreal, like… well, like a dream. One minute he was a boring, mild-mannered literature professor, and the next his life had suddenly turned into a bad porno film.

Things only spiraled from there. It was rather alarming how easily they slipped into their roles, how well their dynamic worked for the both of them. How very, very compatible they were. And it’s not just sexual, even if they both pretend it is. Hob really likes Dream—he’s smart and funny, and Hob has caught glimpses of the sweetness that hides beneath his bratty façade. And that’s why this whole thing is such a bad idea; because it won’t ever be anything more than this, no matter how badly Hob might, hypothetically, want it to.

But Hob is in too deep now (literally and figuratively). He couldn’t break it off even if he wanted to; Dream’s family has more money than Hob can even conceive of, and he has no doubt that Dream could deliver on his promise to make his life a nightmare. So Hob figures if he has no choice but to be trapped in a porno—at least until Dream graduates, gets tired of him, and moves on to bigger and better things—he may as well enjoy it.

Some of the things they get up to could actually be considered “tutoring,” if one is very lenient with the definition of the word. Sometimes Dream warms Hob’s cock with his mouth while Hob reads his essays and picks apart his arguments, perhaps more critically than he would with any other student because he knows Dream likes a bit of humiliation. Other times, Hob quizzes him and spanks him for every wrong answer (or every right answer, or simply whenever he feels like it). Most of their “tutoring sessions” end with Dream sucking Hob off, or Hob sucking Dream off, or eating him out, or fucking him, or any combination of the above.

Which brings them to now. Hob knows exactly what’s going on, even as he sweats and stutters his way through the excruciating final minutes of the class. His lecture notes had been open on the desk last night when he’d bent Dream over it and held him there by the neck, his cheek pressed to the scattered pages while Hob railed him until he cried. Hob looks at the paper in front of him and, sure enough, there are crinkled bits where the ink bleeds together, splotches of dried tears and saliva.

So Hob knows that Dream isn’t sitting there with a massive hard-on because he’s all hot and bothered about Caxton’s Eneydos. No, the little shit’s gone and developed some sort of Pavlovian response to Hob’s lectures. He narrows his eyes at Dream, who confirms his suspicion by flashing him a shit-eating grin and an honest-to-god fucking wink.

Oh, he’s going to pay for that.

After class, Dream saunters into Hob’s office, still sporting a semi and looking like the cat that got the cream. Hob locks the door and grabs him by his stupid, sexy leather choker, tugging him close. Dream’s eyes darken, black eclipsing blue, and he heaves a hot, shuddering breath against Hob’s neck.

“Thought you could get away with that, did you?” Hob growls in his ear. “Can’t believe what a shameless whore you are. What makes you think you can go around letting everyone else see what’s mine?” He punctuates that last word by firmly taking hold of the bulge in his lover’s trousers while simultaneously shoving his tongue down his throat. Dream moans into his mouth and ruts against his palm, his arms slowly snaking around Hob’s neck.

“It’s not my fault your lectures are so stimulating, professor,” he gasps when Hob finally lets go of his collar, his head lolling back as he peers up at him through kohl-smudged lashes.

“Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean you get to go showing off your pretty cock in public. That’s for my eyes only, Dream.”

“I am hoping for more than just your eyes,” Dream purrs.

“Oh, I know exactly what you want, sweetheart. But trust me,” Hob grunts as he hoists Dream up and carries him to the small sofa in front of the desk, “you have no idea what you’re in for.”

He sits and flips Dream face-down across his lap, wrenching his jeans down to his thighs and delivering a sharp smack across his flawless pale arse.

“No knickers today? Tart,” Hob tuts as he spanks him again. “You were counting on getting fucked, weren’t you?” Dream mewls wordlessly in reply. “I know, love. I know. But that’s a reward for good boys, and you haven’t exactly earned it.” He gives him several more quick, hard swats before soothing his hand over the tender, reddened flesh. He’d keep going, but Dream enjoys being spanked a little too much for it to work effectively as a punishment. “Right then. On your knees.”

Dream slides off Hob’s lap and kneels in front of him, his trousers slipping further down around his slender hips and his rosy cock bobbing up against his stomach. He’s so fucking pretty like this, with his face flushed and his eyes brimming with tears. He’ll be even prettier when Hob is done with him. He wants to see him wrecked, eyeliner running down his cheeks and lips painted with Hob’s cum.

Hob unzips his trousers and frees his cock, which by now is painfully hard. Dream sways forward as if magnetically drawn to it, his mouth already open and glistening with spit. His pink tongue darts out to catch the pearl of pre-cum that wells up from the tip of Hob’s prick, but Hob stops him by grabbing a fistful of raven-plume hair and pulling his head back, baring his throat and forcing Dream to look up at him. His gaze is sultry and sex-drunk, and his Adam’s apple bobs gracefully beneath the perfect alabaster skin of his neck as he swallows in anticipation.

“Someone’s eager,” Hob chuckles, more gently than he’d intended. He almost forgot he’s supposed to be angry; in fairness, it’s not easy to stay angry at Dream when he’s staring up at him like… like that. The words ‘adoring’ and ‘worshipful’ come to mind, although that’s probably wishful thinking on Hob’s part.

Christ alive, Hob thinks for probably the hundredth time since he and Dream began their… whatever this is. What am I doing?

Ah. Now he remembers.

“My greedy little cockslut,” he sighs as he feeds his length into his lover’s mouth, pushing deeper, deeper, until he’s entirely enveloped in warm, plush velvet. Dream swallows around him, his tongue sliding deliciously along the underside as he adjusts to the solid girth probing into his throat. “Didn’t even gag. I’ve trained you well,” Hob says, and Dream’s eyes flutter shut at the praise, a muffled moan rumbling from his chest and vibrating around Hob’s prick.

He keeps his iron grip on Dream’s hair as he begins to fuck into his mouth, slowly at first, then quickly building to a brutal pace. It doesn’t take long for Dream to achieve the thoroughly debauched look that Hob was hoping to see: soot-black tears roll down his flushed cheeks, and saliva dribbles from his swollen lips down to his chin. He’s a mess.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this,” Hob pants. Dream makes another strangled noise of pleasure and reaches down to touch himself, but Hob snatches his hand away and tugs harder on his hair. “Ah-ah, naughty boy. Not yet.”

Dream obediently puts both hands on his knees, and Hob’s free hand finds its way to the back of Dream’s head, moving him back and forth in time to his thrusts. Hob looks down to see a rivulet of pre-cum oozing steadily from the younger man’s throbbing dick, while his fingers clench into the fabric of his jeans, bone-white knuckles above black-lacquered nails. He’s itching to get his hands on his cock, but he’s holding back because Hob told him to, and that’s enough to send Hob right up to the edge.

“There’s my good boy. Look at that, you can behave yourself after all,” Hob grits out. Then, without warning, he buries himself to the hilt in Dream’s mouth, holding his head there as he comes explosively down his throat. Dream chokes a little, but manages to swallow it down, gasping and sputtering once Hob finally lets him up for air.

He hauls Dream back up into his lap and kisses him fiercely, licking the taste of himself from his lover’s palate. Dream has gone all loose and pliant, his lips twisting into a dopey, cum-glazed smile, though Hob can feel how fast his heart beats as he sags against him, burying his face in the older man’s shoulder and sobbing hoarsely when Hob finally gets his hand around his cock.

“I’m going to let you come,” Hob whispers in his ear, their cheeks pressed together, “even though you’ve been such a brat today. Enjoy it, because it won’t happen again soon.” The words don’t even appear to register to Dream, and Hob feels a treacherous surge of tenderness upon realizing that he’s fucked all the thoughts out of his pretty little head. He smiles fondly to himself as he thumbs at Dream’s slit, smearing pre-cum down the length of his shaft. It takes only a few deft strokes before he’s spurting thick ropes over Hob’s fist, whimpering softly and clinging to his chest as he mouths absently at the collar of Hob’s shirt.

Hob cleans them up and gets Dream settled on the sofa while he rummages through one of his desk drawers. He comes back with a bottle of water, a large bar of chocolate, and a small black box that Dream pretends not to notice, even though Hob sees the way his eyes dart curiously to it. Hob’s next class isn’t for another hour, so they have some time for a cuddle. He may have been angry with Dream—although the sex did take the edge off considerably—but Hob prides himself on providing good aftercare, especially since he knows Dream wouldn’t bother hydrating or eating anything unless Hob makes him. This part is secretly Hob’s favorite; sitting here, with Dream draped over his chest, neither of them pretending anymore, just being together… it’s honestly as good as the sex—maybe better—and that’s saying something.

“So,” Hob says, clearing his throat and shaking off the incipient daydream of a life he can’t have, “I got you something. Was going to save this for another time, but you earned it with your behavior today.”

He hands the box to Dream, who jolts upright and smiles bashfully at Hob (God, he’s so cute when he’s not being a brat) before tearing the package open like a child on Christmas. He pauses, the smile fading from his face and his brow furrowing in confusion as he examines the stainless steel object in the box. Then his face goes crimson, his eyes widening in horror as he realizes—

“It’s a cock cage,” Hob grins. “Since you keep getting those embarrassing erections during class. You can’t control yourself, so I’ll be deciding when and if you come.” Dream gulps. Hob laughs. “What, did you think you’d gotten away without a punishment?” Dream still says nothing, merely stares at the shiny contraption in his hands, and for a moment Hob worries if he’s gone too far. “Well? What do you say, dove?”

“Th-thank you,” Dream murmurs, almost too softly to hear. Hob beams; it’s not often he hears those words from his arrogant little prince of a lover.

“Yeah? You like it?”

Dream nods fervently, leaning back and spreading his legs wider so Hob can lock him into the cage. “How long will I have to wear it?” he asks.

Hob shrugs. “We’ll see. Depends on how good you can be for me,” he says, kissing the tip of Dream’s nose. “Oh, and you know that plug I got you? The sparkly pink one? I’d suggest wearing it tomorrow. You don’t have to, but I’m going to fuck you the second office hours are over, so you might want to be prepared.”

“Yes, sir,” Dream whispers. His blush has, by now, spread to the tips of his ears and down his neck, and his dick is making a heroic endeavor to harden inside its confines. Hob is right there with him; if he were a younger man, he’d be ready to go again just from hearing those words. Dream so rarely calls him “sir,” and when he does it’s usually said with a sneer and a roll of his eyes. Not this time, though. This time he means it, and Hob clenches his jaw, choking back a swell of complicated emotions that threaten to burst from his mouth, probably in the form of a very embarrassing noise.

“Good lad,” Hob says gruffly, zipping Dream back into his jeans and helping him to his feet. He grasps him by the chin and steals one final, searing kiss before giving him a firm swat on the arse. “Off you go, then.”

Dream smiles at Hob over his shoulder on his way out the door. Not one of his snooty little smirks, but a real, genuine smile. Hob winks back at him, and once the door is closed and he’s finally alone, he buries his face in his hands and groans.

Yep, he’s absolutely fucked.

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