#no beta we die like hob doesn't

[seiya-starsniper]

sweet like poison ivy

Quite literally at the 11th hour, my final late fill for @monsterfucktoberbingo!

Rating: Explicit | Square: plant-monster | Word count: 880

“Well, this is different,” Hob says as a long green vine wraps itself around his neck while another snakes its way around his waist.

“This is your dreamscape, Hob,” Dream replies, a small smirk tugging on his lips, which were now painted a deep, tempting shade of red. “Perhaps you were thinking of the seductress from the film we had been watching before you fell asleep?”

Ah, that was right. Batman and Robin had been randomly playing on the telly when they’d been flipping channels before bed. Hob wasn’t the biggest fan of superhero movies from that decade, but Uma Thurman…well, who could look away from her?

Clearly his dreaming mind agreed, for it had imagined Dream in a similar outfit; a dark green leotard decorated in leaves and vines, and stockings to match. They elongated Dream’s legs in a rather fetching way if Hob said so himself.

“So does this make me Batman then?” Hob asks, waggling his eyebrows. “Are you here to seduce and poison me so you can overthrow the London government and have it run by plants?”

“Nothing so crude,” Dream answers, stepping closer into Hob’s space. Hob notices more vines have sprouted since they started talking, and quite a few of them have gotten bold in the places where they’re touching him. “My plans for tonight are a touch more…personal than that.”

Hob shudders as a vine pinches one of his nipples through his nightshirt. 

“Gonna tie me up and have your wicked way with me then?” he grins, then yelps when one of the wines smacks his ass. Now the vines are getting more handsy with him, pulling and tugging at his nightclothes, while Dream, smug bastard that he is, seems content to watch them manhandle Hob.

Not one to take a challenge lying down, he reaches for Dream’s wrist and tugs his inhuman boyfriend into a kiss. He gets a few good licks into Dream’s mouth before he starts to feel lightheaded, and then suddenly, he finds himself pulled backwards onto a plush soft bed he’s certain wasn’t there a few minutes ago. Time in the Dreaming passed weirdly though, he’d figured that out pretty damn quickly once he and Dream had started dating.

“Didja just…poison me?” Hob slurs, into the satin soft sheets. They feel so nice against his naked skin. Wait. Where had his clothes gone? Damnit Dream. Hob tries to move his limbs, but he finds that his whole body’s bit sluggish, and from above him, he can hear Dream chuckling.

“My apologies,” Dream says, brushing a cool hand across his forehead. “I couldn’t resist reenacting that part of her character.”

Almost as suddenly as it had come, Hob’s head immediately clears from the weird haze he had fallen into and he can move his limbs once more. He grabs the hand still pressed to his forehead, and Dream yelps as Hob tugs him down into the mattress, vines and all. 

“Little shit,” Hob grins, as he straddles Dream’s hips and stares fondly down at his lover. “Let’s leave the poison kiss out of this fantasy shall we? I’d hate to be able to not kiss those pretty lips of yours.”

“Ah yes, that would be a shame, wouldn’t it?” Dream replies with a smirk of his own, right before one of his vines wraps itself around Hob’s cock. Hob moans as the vine squeezes him with just the right amount of pressure, and he ruts eagerly into it, chasing his pleasure. Another vine pinches at his nipples, while yet another teases at his hole.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hob pants as he’s teased mercilessly over and over again. The vines then change their direction and start maneuvering him off of Dream’s body and into an upright kneeling position and tying his hands behind his back. He moans when the vine teasing his hole simply sinks into his body, rubbing insistently at his prostate and causing Hob to jerk uncontrollably as he’s stimulated over and over. 

“I am, indeed,” Dream answers, his voice pitched low, almost to a growl. His costume from earlier has now melted off his skin, but the vines, of course, remained. Dream seems to greatly enjoy how much they drive Hob wild, and here in the Dreaming, Hob’s orgasm belongs to Dream and Dream alone, so it could be hours, or even days (in Dreaming time, of course) before Hob would be allowed to come. 

Hob licks his lips and then groans as the vines stimulate him once more. 

“Come on now, Dream, surely you want to do some of the work yourself,” Hob teases, wiggling his hips suggestively. He knows the taunt is a weak one, Dream could just as easily reply that he was doing the work, that the vines were an extension of himself, afterall. 

But Dream seems willing to indulge him tonight, for the vines soon disappear, leaving Hob feeling bereft and empty. Without the vines to hold him up, he sways towards Dream, who catches him and cards his fingers through his hair.

“So impatient,” Dream murmurs into his ear. “Whatever shall I do with you?” 

“Do your worst,” Hob challenges his lover with a grin. “Tomorrow is Saturday, so I can sleep in tomorrow.”

Dream’s returning smile is feral. 

“As you wish.”

[stitch-me-not]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Characters: Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Additional Tags: Horror, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, will update with each chapter - Freeform, Body Horror, Panic Attacks, Dreams and Nightmares, Ghosts, Haunting, Blood and Gore, is it considered cannibalism if an anthropomorphic personification eats a human heart, asking for a friend, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Swearing, Self-Reflection, pensive hob, he's had a long life bless him, no beta we die like hob doesn't

[soutcftime]

Dreamling but it's flufftober (part 2!)

It's Sunday, which means that Hob doesn't work the whole day and also means that it's cuddles day. Just a day to relax and staying in bed plus some chips or biscuits, perhaps some sweets too.

Morpheus can't tell how cuddles Sunday started, back in time he thought it was a one-day-thing but then come back for more. Nobody needs to tell how clingy he was becoming, he indeed know it. But he also loves Hob and the man in question do loves him back (and has had already told him that there was no problem in he staying in his place)

So yeah.

It's a raining Sunday, which means that Hob can show the currently serie that he has been addicted, what we do in the shadows. He explained the plot as "some vampires doing funny things" and let Dream to enjoys it.

Dream doesn't talk too much, as usual, but for Hob there was something in watch his micro-expressions every time Nandor did something to Guillermo.

"I can't believe that Nandor does not realize Guillermo is in love with him" Dream's voice was upset, his hands were cuddle Hob's hair and stopped abruptly.

"Mhm?" Hob was almost asleep when he talk, throw his head back so he can see Dream well. "Oh, yes. Can't believe" he laugh softly looking the TV.

Dream's frowned looking at him. "Why are you laughing-- This is nothing like us, my love" Hob smiled.

"I didn't say anything, dear" Dream smiled back, passing his hand between his hair again.

It was past nine o'clock when Hob wake up for his little nap, Dream still by his side and very much entertaining with the TV.

"Do you like it?" he asked, scratching his neck. Dream nods without looking at him. "I knew that you'll like it--" Hob kiss his cheek, sliding his lips to the shell of his ear. "Master"

Ah.

Dream tensed and his eyes started to do the star-thing that Hob actually loves.

"Robert Gadling" his voice was vibrating. Hob move away with a full teeth smile.

"Yes master?" he mocked.

Dream caught him on the bed and kissed him slowly. "Would you like me to do a Romanian accent too?" Hob blinks.

"Oh yes"

[furiosophie]

"I have read Twilight," Morpheus says some months later and Hob nearly spits out his sandwich.

can’t promise forever (but i’m working on it)

by furiosophie 

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ship: dream of the endless | morpheus/hob gadling

words: 8339, completed 

tags: crack treated too seriously, hurt/comfort, fluff, a bit of angst bc ofc there is, slow burn, literal sleeping together, just that morpheus doesn't technically sleep, hob is trying very hard to figure out what morpheus actually is and somehow his reference of choice is twilight by stephenie meyer, morpheus on his part is not making it easier for him, this fic only works bc i headcanon that hob went to therapy at least once, not beta read we die like hob's son (going out swinging), morpheus talk about ur feelings instead of finding exceedingly dramatic ways to storm off challenge

[im-not-corrupted]

forgiveness not so hard - chapter one of four

Teen & Up | No Warnings Apply | Dream/Hob | 10.7k words

Summary:

Once, Dream and Hob Gadling were close friends, and had been since they were children. When Hob admitted to harbouring feelings that didn't fit within the bounds of friendship, Dream stormed out and left him alone, and the two didn't talk again.

Thirteen years later, Dream returns to Hob seeking warmth and comfort from one who once understood him well, after some convincing from Death. Somehow, he ends up falling in love, learns the meaning of forgiveness, and gradually begins to heal from the three years spent imprisoned in Fawney Rig with the help of the people around him.

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[or: Dream is depressed, traumatised and miserable. Hob is a good friend and inevitably forgives him. Dream learns that he doesn't need to deserve love in order to be given it.]

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Childhood Friends, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Needs A Hug, he gets many hugs, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus is Depressed, mild depression, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hob Gadling Has Chronic Pain, Dream of the Endless has Chronic Pain, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus has PTSD, aftermath of imprisonment, Good Sibling Death of the Endless, Professor Hob Gadling, Writer Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Healing, Mutual Pining, Self-Worth Issues, Friends to Lovers, Developing Relationship, slow-burn(, they take their time getting together but are already in love okay), Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Loves Hob Gadling, POV Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus is Bad at Feelings, He gets better at it, Reunions, So much sun imagery, Forgiveness, Dream of the Endless Learns the Meaning and Art of Forgiving Oneself, mentioned child death, past canonical death, (in reference to Orpheus Robyn and Eleanor), Grief/Mourning, Touch-Starved Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Good Friend Hob Gadling, Dreamling Bingo 2023, No beta we die like hob does not, References to Brief Hospitalization

Written for the @dreamlingbingo. Square C1 - Missing Person.

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[virgo-dream]

🌙 Lord Morpheus' Orchestra of Tragedies & Lullabies ☁️ ✨

Chapter 02: Track 02 - Demons

Rating: Mature Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: The Sandman (2022 TV) Relationship: Dream of The Endless | Morpheus / Hob Gadling Additional Tags: Original Characters - Freeform, based on a playlist, tags will be added as needed, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Tries, Hob Gadling Loves Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Protective Hob Gadling, Touch-Starved Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, this story will touch on PTSD, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, no beta we die like hob doesn't, Mostly Chronological, sometimes i'll go back and forth but only within the chapter itself, im not that organised lol

Chapter Summary:

The sound of a chair being pulled across the table brought him back to reality. The heavenly (or hellish, depending on how the night would go) creature across from him grounded him fully into the moment. Time was no longer passing him by, but had come to a full stop and grabbed a cup of ale and sat across him, watching his every move. Was he time, the Stranger? Was it possible for time to be?    Nevermind. Silken, raven hair and liquid blue eyes, the fairest complexion he'd ever set eyes on. Rose tinted lips, black arched brows and a look he couldn't quite decipher but remembered well. This was real, it was happening. And even though Hob had so many questions in mind, so many things he so desperately needed to know, he couldn’t find any of them in his mind. It felt like only now he’d realised 100 years had actually gone by, and looking back, in his memory it all rushed by in less than a second. One thing he had learned in his long life? The only way out was through.    “How did you know... that I'd still be here?”

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faith plays dumb till the doubts all leave

faith plays dumb till the doubts all leave by ItsRainingAgainInGomorrah What he does next could be blamed on a great many things, including the alcohol, but the actual honest explanation is that Hob is simply fucked in the head. ------------ Or, Hob collects traumatised supernatural boyfriends like pokemon cards Words: 2802, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English Fandoms: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Hob Gadling, The Corinthian (Sandman), Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Original Characters Relationships: The Corinthian/Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling, The Corinthian/Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling, The Corinthian/Dream of the Endless Additional Tags: alcohol and drugs mention (weed), they're all insane your honour, time skip, the corinthian is equally horny pre and post remaking, hob gadling monsterfucker extraordinaire, timeline is wonky because i've only seen the show and am too lazy to research, gonna add more tags as i post the chapters, i hope the chapter count doesn't change but we'll see, i accidently made ocs and got attached to them oops, no beta we die like hob refuses to

[zzoomacroom]

Fic: If You Try Sometime, You'll Find You Get What You Need

Dreamling, Smut, 4114 Words

Tags and summary below the cut (very kinky, NSFW stuff here)

Chapters: 1/2

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

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling

Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hob Gadling

Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, Established Relationship, Dom/sub, BDSM, Light BDSM, (I guess? what constitutes "light" in this case? idk), Sex Toys, Dildos, Knotting Dildos, XL Dildos, Butt Plugs, Cock Cages, Nipple Clamps, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Coming Untouched, Humiliation, Masturbation, Double Penetration, Anal Fisting, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, King of Cats More Like King of Brats, Gentle Dom Hob Gadling, (well. he's just a teensy bit mean at first but then he's gentle), Under-negotiated Kink, Miscommunication, everything is consensual but it's not exactly what Dream had in mind at first, the importance of using your words, the importance of not assuming, probably out of character but idgaf, no beta we die like hob doesn't

Summary: Dream is being really bratty and gets more than he bargained for when Hob makes him put on a little show for him.

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It is 7:30 in the evening. Dream has been waiting for nearly two hours, and Hob still has not returned home from work. Dream is not worried for his beloved. Yet. But he is growing impatient. And restless. All day he has been feeling on edge. Agitated. He is “in a right state,” as Hob would say. His duties have left him feeling weary and in need of...something. He cannot say quite what. He hopes that Hob will know. Hob always knows just what he needs, what he wants, often better than Dream himself does. It should be an affront—that a mere human should perceive the Lord of Dreams so clearly—but Hob loves him deeply, and Dream loves Hob with every fiber of his arcane, incomprehensible being. It is...a relief, surprisingly. To be seen and known thus, when he cannot articulate his needs himself.

He stretches out on the sofa, though he is anything but relaxed. His posture is rigid as he fidgets with the slim, black leather collar around his neck, which he sometimes dons for his rendezvous with Hob in the Waking. Beneath his usual black jeans he wears a plug, despite the fact that his body needs no preparation, inhuman as it is. In the Dreaming, it is easier to express his wishes visually, but here he prefers to signify his intentions for any given encounter with such symbolic adornments as the collar and plug, or with his body language. He does not like to verbalize whether he wishes to dominate or be dominated, or both, or neither. He finds it...gauche. To speak of such things. Fortunately, Hob has more than six hundred years of experience in deciphering Dream’s nonverbal methods of communication. Tonight, he wishes for Hob to take control. To figure out what he needs and give it to him.

Finally, mercifully, Hob walks through the front door. He beams at his lover with that brilliant, beautiful smile of his, but he looks tired. His shoulders droop slightly and his eyes, usually so rich and earthy like fertile soil, look dull and lusterless. Dream considers leaving and postponing their liaison until they are both in a better mental state, but...he needs this. He needs Hob. Now.

…

“Hey, love. Sorry I’m late—office hours ran over a bit, student was in a tizzy over their thesis, but we got it sorted. You been waiting long?” Hob makes his way over to the sofa and gathers Dream into his arms before planting a quick, almost perfunctory kiss on his cheek. “You seem tense. Everything alright?”

“I am not tense, Hob Gadling,” his lover retorts haughtily. “I simply do not like to be kept waiting.”

Hob raises his eyebrows pointedly. “Oh no, of course not. That sounds terrible,” he replies sardonically. “My my, it seems someone’s in a mood tonight.” He hooks a finger under Dream’s collar and pulls him in for a proper kiss. Dream allows it, but gives Hob a sullen pout from under his eyelashes after they part. Well, if he’s going to be a brat, maybe some more waiting will actually do him good.

“But unfortunately,” Hob continues with a heavy sigh, “you’ll have to wait just a bit longer. I have a few emails to respond to, and I can’t put them off any longer. Won’t take but a minute.”

Dream lets out an annoyed huff. “I would prefer that you fuck me now.” He snakes a slender, white hand down to Hob’s lap and fondles his half-hard cock through his slacks.

“Not yet, darling,” Hob responds sternly, eliciting a shiver of excitement from Dream. “You can be patient for a little while longer. If you need to be fucked so bad, go ride one of your toys until I’m ready for you. If it pleases your majesty, that is,” he adds with a wicked smirk.

“Very well. If you insist,” Dream says loftily. He begins to rise from the sofa, but Hob stops him with a firm grasp on his shoulder.

“Wait,” Hob commands, and Dream obediently sits back down. “There’s a good lad. Can I trust you not to come, or do you need the cage?”

Dream glares daggers at him. “I do not need the cage, Hob,” he sneers. “I have complete control over my physical form, unlike yourself.” Oh, so it’s going to be like that. He’s angling for a punishment tonight.

“Fine,” Hob replies coolly. “But you’ll have to do it where I can see you, because we both know you can’t be trusted.”

He knows that Dream can make himself come with a mere thought, even with the cock cage, but he also knows that putting on such a display for Hob will send him over the edge, regardless of his alleged ‘control over his physical form.’ Luckily, this is no bother given Dream’s nonexistent refractory period, and Hob is curious whether he can succeed in taking his lover apart before he even gets his hands on him.

…

Hob makes tea for the both of them, then retreats to the bedroom to change out of his work clothes. He emerges minutes later in a faded Rolling Stones t-shirt and gray sweatpants that do nothing to hide his obvious arousal. He plants himself on the sofa with a weary groan and picks up his laptop, glancing expectantly at Dream over the top of the screen.

Dream, meanwhile, has commandeered the space between the coffee table and the fireplace. He has sent his coat, t-shirt, and jeans back to the unformed dreamstuff from whence they came, and in their stead he wears nothing but a pair of black, thigh-high stockings, held in place by studded leather garters that match his collar. He knows that these are a favorite of Hob’s, and if he won’t give him what he wants, then Dream will just have to distract him. If he is too aroused to focus on his work, perhaps he will bend Dream over the sofa and have his way with him sooner rather than later.

He stands before Hob, legs spread and cock already hard, gazing intently at his beloved. Suctioned to the floor at his feet is a large, beautifully-crafted dildo taken from the dreams of a Japanese fetish model. It is black and glittering, with curves, bumps, and swirls that do not resemble any penis found in the waking world. Dream reaches between his legs, not breaking eye contact for a second, and removes the sizable, tapered plug from his hole, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

Hob’s eyes widen and his breath hitches, and Dream smirks smugly as he crouches and lowers himself down onto the dildo in one fluid motion. Once he is fully seated, he lets out a contented moan and rolls his hips tantalizingly slowly before beginning to ride the toy in earnest.

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