#Hellknight Hob

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for the upcoming chapter of You create me against your lips by the wonderful @delta-pavonis

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OKAY. OKAY.

HEAR ME OUT.

Hellknight!Hob wearing this. Chest hair and tiddies out, full happy trail, all of it...

Of course, I think about that, and that inspires a ficlet. And then that ficlet turns dark. So... *shrug* *shoves new baby out in the world*

Rated T

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The first time Hob sees Dream is when the latter has the audacity to enter the Morningstar's realm. He watches as the Dream King intimidates Squatterbloat into bringing him to the Palace. The demon is stupid and gullible, easily swayed, and Hob has a mind to bury his morningstar in the moron's fleshy head, but he would rather observe the visitor and his raven from the shadows.

Hob trails them, the straps of his armor expanding and morphing to cover his body with the mottled charcoals and midnights that are the palette of Hell. Squatterbloat leads the King in a circuitous route to their destination, passing a cell whose occupant not only commands the attention of the sovereign of the Dreaming, but whose pleading pains him. Curious.

He follows the pair of black figures beyond their guided tour, all the way into Lucifer's Hall, sliding unnoticed through the crack in the main doors. Hob is good at his job. He hadn't been successful at being a bandit and cutthroat in life for nothing.

Hob takes a place in the long shadows of one of the pillars and observes.

Apparently the Lord of Dreams and Nightmares is here in Hell to retrieve his helm, one of his important symbols of office. And of course it is some overly ripe idiot like Choronzon who has it. Sometimes Hob just wants to kill them all and promote new individuals to the positions of power, sometimes the house can't be cleaned, it needs to be razed and rebuilt.

But what is truly awe-inspiring is watching the battle between Dream and the Morningstar themself. The Dream King wins, although not handily. It makes the victory even more impressive. Hope. Of fucking course. Hob is quite sure that he has never seen the Lord of Hell so visibly angry in all his 600 plus years in the underworld.

Helm secured and confidence restored, the Lord of the Dreaming is proud and... well, he is incredibly beautiful. He is sharp angles in soft greys and blacks, luminous white skin draped in flowing ink, spikes of hair wafting against gravity.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Hob follows Lord Morpheus and his raven back outside. They walk slowly through the barren, twisted landscape, calculated and careful. Imperious.

Hunger ripples down Hob's spine. He wants.

The Lord stops, body going more still than death. "I am here in my official capacity as King of Dreams and Nightmares. You have followed me for long enough. Show yourself, fiend."

The Dream King's voice is so much deeper and darker than Hob expected and now it is directed at him and it goes directly to his cock. He decides to drop any pretense all at once.

Hob has no shame as he steps out from hiding, the shadow-plates sliding back and leaving him in what really amounts to a series of leather straps and a loincloth, buckled to accentuate the triangle of his torso and the strength in his chest, with sleeves from biceps to palms. The Knights of Hell need no metal protection - they shield themselves in darkness and guile - and so Lucifer Morningstar gives them intangible weapons: the ability to inspire lust and envy as much as wrath. He drops his physical weapon and holds his hands out to his sides.

"Dream King," Hob inclines his head. "I am not here to harm, nor am I here at the behest of my Lord, the Lightbringer." He meets the King's piercing blue eyes and has to grit his teeth to hold in a gasp at how sharply they cut into his breast.

That look trails from Hob's head to his toes slowly, then back up. Judging. Assessing. "So why do you dog my steps, Hellknight?"

He shrugs and takes a step forward. There is no reason for Hob to not be bold. He has long been dead. He has been a resident of Hell and served the Devil themself, has lived that fate worse than death, for almost seven centuries. He has, quite literally, nothing to lose.

So Hob nudges a the magic at his disposal into the cant of his hips, the tilt of his head, the purse of his lips. He lowers his eyelids and takes another step towards the luminous being of black and white before him. "I merely wish to look my fill before I can no longer."

"Bossss..." The raven flies a nervously tight circle above them. He is summarily ignored.

"You wish to more than look, Hellknight, for I can taste your dreams." The Lord of Nightmares snarls as he takes multiple steps to get into Hob's personal space. "You dare-"

Hob laughs loud enough to interrupt him and those ice shards widen in shock. "Oh, yes. I dare." He steps up once more and now their faces are within inches of each other. "How do you think the Morningstar trains their knights? Do you think there is anything you could do to me that would be worse than 700 years of this?"

The resonant chuckle that curls across Hob's skin should probably worry him, but he cannot muster such sense when he is watching the pupils of the Dream King's eyes bleed black outwards, eclipsing his eyes entirely, and wholly captivating Hob. "Lucifer Morningstar's sins often get in the way of their... creativity."

A pale hand shoots towards him and Hob braces for impact, for pain.

He gets nothing of the sort.

Fingers that are the coolness of a lake in summer skate with hedonistic gentleness across Hob's cheek. The palm cups Hob's jaw sweetly. Honeyed breath caresses Hobs lips before they are pressed together. Then he is being kissed with the fondness and warmth of a dear lover.

And that is when Hob realizes that he has vastly miscalculated.

Against his better judgement, Hob is lost to the tide of it. The softest touch of tongues morphs into lazy familiar licks, mapping Hob's mouth as if to memorize, immortalize.

The King of Dreams pulls away and Hob is left panting and hazy.

"I touch you, I kiss you, as I would a lover, as I would my beloved." The King whispers it like a benediction. Hob gasps at the horror that settles into the marrow of his bones. "And never will you feel it again."

And then he is gone.

Hob watches, frozen, as each stride the King takes covers miles. It is only when they have disappeared over the horizon, both Lord and Raven, that Hob realizes tears are streaming down his face.

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Just read a few knight!hob dreamling ones, so here’s a fic rec list!

Hellknight by @delta-pavonis

Knight of Cups by @softest-punk

Ecdysis by @moorishflower

And the modern day Knight I love

Fuckboi Hob by @dancinbutterfly

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For chapter 20 of You Create Me Against Your Lips by @delta-pavonis

Almost the end! 🥹

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it seems like I never posted this sketch of Hob in a dress for @delta-pavonis' ch13 of You Create Me Against Your Lips!

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FINISHED: You create me against your lips Chapter 21

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Read on AO3: Chapter 21 my body / writes into your flesh / the poem / you make of me.

Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || In Progress Hellknight!Hob, Hellknight Hob, Alternate Universe, Dream is a little dark (as a treat), D/s, dom/sub, dom!Dream, sub!Hob, BDSM, anal sex, anal fingering, oral sex, deep throating, come swallowing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, bathing, bath sex, biting, bite kink, painplay, breathplay, impact play, bloodplay, restraint, rimming, face fucking, subspace, breeding kink, discussion of mpreg, aftercare, eldritch Dream, Nightmare, Nightmare/Hob/Dream, spoilers for Seasons of Mists, spoilers for Brief Lives, spoilers for The Song of Orpheus, happy ending (eventually), a totally different take on Hob as a knight, additional warnings in author’s notes for each chapter

Hob cannot help the joyful laugh that rolls out of him as he reaches up to frame Dream’s face in his hands. “Eager, love?” It feels so good to be beneath Dream like this again that Hob is almost dizzy with it, and he offers no resistance when Dream dives in to reacquaint their tongues. "Mmm," Dream smiles a little as he pulls back, "No," he starts kissing along the bearded jawline, enjoying every inch as he makes his way to the spot beneath Hob's ear, to the soft patch of skin that will make Hob shiver so sweetly if he applies his teeth to it. "Eager. Would be. Never. Making it." Each phrase is savored and articulated slowly, separated by a kiss, drawing the sentence out. "To. The bed."

Read on AO3: Chapter 21 my body / writes into your flesh / the poem / you make of me.

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more Hellknight sketches for @delta-pavonis 's You create me against your lips

love love love them <3 (also just put the whole Violater album by Depeche Mode on and you're all set for my mood)

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😈 + 30

Ooooooooooh, "I missed you". I have a few really good places I could do this in this AU... okay, so, there will be a time jump between end of the last chapter posted and the next, so I am going to do a scene in between Ch 14 and Ch 15 of You create me against your lips.

When Dream comes back from his time in the Waking World he pretty much flops onto the chaise that has become a permanent fixture on the balcony of their chambers. Because it is quite obviously their chambers at this point, there is no use denying it.

Hob marks his place in his book, sets it on a small table, and turns to Dream. "Why do you keep working with this Constantine if she vexes you so?" He rearranges his legs so that they are no longer folded awkwardly.

Dream can feel his eyebrows raising even as he lets himself drop sideways and put his head on Hob's thigh. "Vexes?"

"Yes! Vexes!" Hob's smile is blindingly bright. "It is such a great word, and fun to say! Vexes."

"Fun to say?" He is trying really hard to keep from laughing and is only partially succeeding.

"Oh, you know," Hob looks up, considering with exaggerated glee. "Like galoshes. Or baobab. Or Constantinople." When Dream doesn't respond he looks down. "What?"

He can feel the shimmer of Hob's delight in the waters of the Dreaming, how it causes positive ripples outward. On the far end of Fiddler's Green a few honeysuckle bushes burst into life. Dream sighs, letting the smile win and overtake his face. "I missed you."

Hob's mouth falls open nearly to touching his chest. "You were gone..." He looks out to the sky, no doubt tracking the movement of the celestial spheres, then shakes his head in disbelief. "Like seven hours, at most."

He lets his eyes fall closed and his weight sink more solidly into Hob and the cushions of the chaise. "Felt more like seventy years." Dream nuzzles into the light shirt covering Hob's belly, able to get the scent of his skin even through the fabric. "She does vex me so."

"Hey!" A pillow that was most definitely on their bed moments ago is now mashed onto Dream's head. "No teasing! Or I'll tell Lucienne who knocked over that bookcase."

Dream pushes the pillow aside enough to be able to peer up at his lover with one eye. "You wouldn't." Hob just looks at him, one eyebrow rising in challenge. "You wouldn't dare."

"Looooseeemmmrrrpmgh!"

Dream cuts Hob's hollering short by shoving the pillow up and into his face.

Hob splutters as Dream pulls the pillow away, but then looks down with a gleam in his eyes. Another pillow pops into existence in Hob's hand. "Oh, those are fighting words."

"But I didn't say anything!"

Apparently that is no excuse. And so the Lord of Dreams and King of Nightmares finds himself in his first pillow fight.

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Fic Update: You create me against your lips Chapter 9

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Chapter 9: oh, i'll take my time

Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || In Progress Hellknight!Hob, Hellknight Hob, Alternate Universe, Dream is a little dark (as a treat), D/s, dom/sub, BDSM, breeding kink, bathing, bath sex, biting, bite kink, breathplay, restraint, eldritch Dream, spoilers for Seasons of Mists, happy ending (eventually), will be gentle dom!Dream, sub!Hob, a totally different take on Hob as a knight

Hob doesn't want to think about the last time he had a blanket. Or a bath. Not only would it sting to think on how long ago it was, but it would also mean reflecting on the absolutely unacceptable state of his own body. That he had clung to Dream while he was so objectively disgusting did nothing to help him feel worthy of the Dreamlord's attentions.

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Update: You create me against your lips Chapter 20

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Read on AO3: Chapter 20 you can be my shame

Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || In Progress Hellknight!Hob, Hellknight Hob, Alternate Universe, Dream is a little dark (as a treat), D/s, dom/sub, dom!Dream, sub!Hob, BDSM, anal sex, anal fingering, oral sex, deep throating, come swallowing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, bathing, bath sex, biting, bite kink, painplay, breathplay, impact play, bloodplay, restraint, rimming, face fucking, subspace, breeding kink, discussion of mpreg, aftercare, eldritch Dream, Nightmare, Nightmare/Hob/Dream, spoilers for Seasons of Mists, spoilers for Brief Lives, spoilers for The Song of Orpheus, happy ending (eventually), a totally different take on Hob as a knight, additional warnings in author’s notes for each chapter

They round on the end of the path, just a few steps and they will be over the hill and the temple will come into sight. Dream stops, takes a deep breath before continuing on. And yet, nothing – absolutely nothing – could have prepared Dream for what he and Delirium see when they crest that hill.

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Fic Update: You create me against your lips Chapters 15 and 16

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Chapter 15: we're gonna have a good time

Chapter 16: something always turns into nothing

Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || In Progress Hellknight!Hob, Hellknight Hob, Alternate Universe, Dream is a little dark (as a treat), D/s, dom/sub, dom!Dream, sub!Hob, BDSM, anal sex, anal fingering, oral sex, deep throating, come swallowing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, bathing, bath sex, biting, bite kink, painplay, breathplay, impact play, bloodplay, restraint, rimming, face fucking, subspace, breeding kink, discussion of mpreg, aftercare, eldritch Dream, Nightmare, spoilers for Seasons of Mists, spoilers for Brief Lives, spoilers for The Song of Orpheus, happy ending (eventually), a totally different take on Hob as a knight, additional warnings in author’s notes for each chapter

What Hob had not known, could not have known, upon waking after his encounter with the merged form of Dream and Nightmare, was that that night was the last time he would sleep. He lies in bed now – their bed, he can say in the quiet of his mind without doubt now – enjoying some rest. But he cannot sleep. Not like he used to. He is too close to the Dreaming now. When Hob closes his eyes the susurrations of the Dreaming become more obvious. Hob cannot track or hear individual dreamers, but if he listens closely he can sometimes get particularly salient pictures or feelings or sounds. As Dream and Rose have helped him figure out, this often corresponds with something that affects large portions of the human population: religious holidays, natural disasters, even movies or music that reach global status, these are things that Hob can glean from his new connection to the Dreaming. Being a human himself, it seems that his senses are limited to humans, at least for the moment. Dream has no idea how Hob’s capabilities might change in the future. Because nothing like this has ever happened before. Not in ten billion years.

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Fic Update: You create me against your lips Chapter 10

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Chapter 10: it's gonna be a long night

Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || In Progress Hellknight!Hob, Hellknight Hob, Alternate Universe, Dream is a little dark (as a treat), D/s, dom/sub, BDSM, breeding kink, bathing, bath sex, biting, bite kink, breathplay, restraint, anal sex, anal fingering, rimming, cowgirl position, eldritch Dream, spoilers for Seasons of Mists, happy ending (eventually), will be gentle dom!Dream, sub!Hob, a totally different take on Hob as a knight

There are warm feelings that are distinctly not lust blooming in Dream's chest. He gathers those feelings, boxes them, and puts them aside so he can address much more immediate concerns.

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Update: You create me against your lips Chapter 19

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Read on AO3: Chapter 19 i can be your heartache

Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || In Progress Hellknight!Hob, Hellknight Hob, Alternate Universe, Dream is a little dark (as a treat), D/s, dom/sub, dom!Dream, sub!Hob, BDSM, anal sex, anal fingering, oral sex, deep throating, come swallowing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, bathing, bath sex, biting, bite kink, painplay, breathplay, impact play, bloodplay, restraint, rimming, face fucking, subspace, breeding kink, discussion of mpreg, aftercare, eldritch Dream, Nightmare, Nightmare/Hob/Dream, spoilers for Seasons of Mists, spoilers for Brief Lives, spoilers for The Song of Orpheus, happy ending (eventually), a totally different take on Hob as a knight, additional warnings in author’s notes for each chapter

“I stand in my gallery and I hold your sigil, sibling. Desire, please let me come through.” A familiar, feminine voice rings throughout the Threshold and Hob thinks her name at the same time as Desire speaks it aloud. “Death?” Desire practically leaps up from the couch, easily dislodging Hob where he was resting his head in their lap and making Hob flail to catch himself so he doesn’t crash to the floor.  “Please, Desire. I need to speak with you.” She responds.

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Fic Update: You create me against your lips Chapters 11 & 12

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Chapters 11 & 12: that don't mean i'm scarless, that don't mean i'm fine

Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || In Progress Hellknight!Hob, Hellknight Hob, Alternate Universe, Dream is a little dark (as a treat), D/s, dom/sub, BDSM, breeding kink, bathing, bath sex, biting, bite kink, breathplay, restraint, anal sex, anal fingering, rimming, cowgirl position, eldritch Dream, spoilers for Seasons of Mists, happy ending (eventually), will be gentle dom!Dream, sub!Hob, a totally different take on Hob as a knight

“And? Has this ever happened before? Like, who is this guy? And he isn’t anywhere else in the castle, which means he is in the Boss’s personal chambers?” Matthew hops down onto the surface of the desk and kind-of whispers. “Loosh, did the King of Dreams just bring home a fucktoy?”

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Fic Update: You create me against your lips Chapter 8

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Chapter 8: i can be your reckless

Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || In Progress Hellknight!Hob, Alternate Universe, Dream is a little dark (as a treat), D/s, dom/sub, BDSM, spoilers for Seasons of Mists, happy ending (eventually), will be D/s, will be gentle dom!Dream, sub!Hob, breeding kink, a totally different take on Hob as a knight, bit of an alternate take on 1389, alternate take on Seasons of Mists, Desire of the Endless, Despair of the Endless

He cups Hob’s jaw and sighs, his thumb tracing the cracked, but no longer bleeding, bottom lip. This is a treasure that Dream has found, here in the dirt along the side of the road. Rough though he is, this knight will cleave and polish into a brilliant gem if Dream applies a skilled hand. This could be precious as any stone.

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