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delta-pavonis · 10 months

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July Kinkfest Day 6: Drummer/Dancer AU edition!

The Sandman || Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || 1062 words

Prompts: Praise Kink | Bruises | “Anyone could walk by and see what a little slut you’re being right now.”

Warnings (in addition to the prompts above): sexual harassment, possessive Hob, semi-public sex, marking/biting kink

Author's Notes: It was more difficult to get all three prompts in here than I thought it would be. And the last one is paraphrased (hence not bolded, but also not crossed out). And, yes I am over 1000 words, BUT it gets you sassy Desire+Hob banter at the end, so I had to do it.

"You needn’t have come to my defense." Morpheus sighs, gathering the components for the healing spell for Hob. Two stunning black eyes have already bloomed on his lover’s face as a result of his need to be Morpheus’ savior, he doesn’t need to suffer any longer than necessary. “It happens quite often.” He murmurs the incantation while holding the components, then presses his fingers to Hob’s face just as the other man is opening his mouth to reply. “And no, of course that doesn’t mean it should happen at all, but the fact of the matter is that it does and I no longer think much of it. And neither should you.”

They had met another caravan just at the edges of the Southern Wastes and so, as tradition dictated, they made camp and made for revelry. The other group had been primarily sellswords, with the temperament and manners to match every possible stereotype therein. So, well into their cups, a few of them had started making lewd comments, heckling Morpheus and the others as they danced. And Hob had held steady, continuing his drumming through it. But then one particularly brash idiot had smacked Morpheus' ass as he passed by and… well. Hob is apparently willing to use his hands to back up the possessive he uses when calling Morpheus his Dream.

Morpheus would never admit out loud that Hob's response thrills him, makes him feel justified in his disgust at the sellswords' behaviors and makes him feel like he is something worth defending.

“I refuse to let people think that they can get away with treating others like that, whether it is you or not.” Hob’s voice is becoming less nasal by the second as the broken bones and cartilage reset themselves. “It was just worse that it was you.”

Hob is giving Morpheus a look that he can't interpret. "What?" He finishes putting away the odds and ends of the spell and turns to his lover. "You want congratulations?" Morpheus pitches his voice up a register. "Oh, thank you, Robert Gadling, my hero." He puts the back of his hand to his forehead and swoons into Hob's lap, which gets the slightest hint of a smile, the crows' feet at the corners of Hob's eyes just beginning to appear. This only encourages the bard. "Thank the Nine you were here or whatever would I have done? I am so helpless and vulnerable!" He bats his eyelashes at Hob and that does it, the drummer cracks, a rolling laugh bubbling up.

Hob's arms wrap around his Dream's waist and he pulls him into a kiss. "Alright, alright. I get it. Point made. You aren't some pampered damsel." He tugs on Morpheus' hips until he is straddling Hob's lap on the medic’s exam table.

"Hob. We are in a public space." Morpheus knows that his words contrast strongly with how he arches into Hob's mouth on his collarbones. "Hob!"

"You taste so good. All for me." Hob murmurs into his skin, seemingly ignoring Morpheus' protest. The bard's hands are in Hob's braided hair and he is rolling their hips together. "So good for me, my Dream." The breathy words curl around Morpheus' neck and he can't stop the whine that slides out through his clenched teeth. He desperately wants to be good for Hob. "Yeah, I know you like that. Just a few words and the right touches and you go all perfectly pliant in my hands. Yeah, that's my good, sweet Dream."

Oh. Oh fuck. Hob has found these weak points in Morpheus’ armor and has zero compunction about using them to his advantage. His hips, his whole body really, rocks into Hob, who grabs his ass in both hands, digs his fingers in, and pulls Morpheus’ cheeks apart through his clothing. Morpheus arches, holding on to Hob’s head, pressing his nose into his sternum, as he ruts against Hob’s chest and lets out a little choked off cry.

“By the gods, listen to you sing. Choirs of astrals don’t sound so sweet.” Morpheus gasps as Hob just continues, sucking and biting marks into his neck in between sentences. “Nor do they sound so wanton. But you cannot resist, can you?” Morpheus trembles as he shakes his head. No, he has found he cannot resist Hob, cannot stop his body and mind from swaying towards him like a flower to the sun, from listing into each touch like he is starved for it. “Anyone could walk into this tent at any moment and you just want to bounce on my cock like the pretty little whore that you are…”

“Yes!” Morpheus moans and then Hob is lifting him, flipping him, pressing his face down into the table and tugging his pants down his thighs.

He hears the soft pop of a cork and then slick sounds – Hob’s hand on his own dick, and then ohfuckyes Hob’s oiled hand is on Morpheus’ prick and he muffles his groan by biting his fist. “I keep oil in my pocket now, because of you, my sweet slut, my Dream. Never know when I am going to have to-” Hob thrusts into Morpheus with a grunt “-fill your needy hole.”

This must be what going insane feels like, Morpheus is sure. They fuck fierce and fast and he knows nothing but pleasure and the sound of Hob’s voice behind his ear, whispering filth the entire time.

When Hob comes he buries himself so deep Morpheus swears he feels it punching a hole in his lungs, rearranging things in the back of his throat.

"Mark me. Please." He hears himself beg, voice reedy and he is so so close. So close that as soon as Hob's teeth find the meat of his shoulder Morpheus climaxes, head snapping back in a silent scream, body tightening so violently that Hob's seed gushes down his thighs.

They collapse, panting.

The quiet lasts only a moment and then Epithumia's voice rings from outside the tent. "While we all appreciate Hob's prowess in dicking down our eldest brother, my siblings and I would like to request you restrict your satyric ferret escapades to inside structures with walls made of materials more substantial than canvas."

Hob chuckles, still a little breathless. "Way to be a wet blanket, Epi."

"You've done enough blanket wetting for the both of us, drummer boy..." is the last thing they hear before footsteps fading away.

#julykinkfest2023 #Dreamling #Drummer/Dancer AU #The Sandman AU #I can't get enough of these idiots #Pavonis writes

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gabessquishytum · 10 months

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I'm back with more horny thoughts, brought on by this blog and a few fics I've read. I adore young Dream desperately trying to seduce older Hob, but how about this?

Dream, mid-to-late 30's, gets dragged to a club by his younger sibling Desire and meets a 20-something man named Hob. They end up fucking the whole weekend.

The Monday after, Professor Endless is in his lecture hall when in walks Robert Gadling, 25. It's the young man he spent the entire weekend railing. Now, Dream is a professional, he's not going to fuck his student. Hob, on the other hand, definitely wants more of his dream man who fucked him an entire weekend. He asks his slut of a best friend, Cori, for help in seducing him and starts wearing the sluttiest clothes he can get away with.

We're talking mesh-shirts that show off Hob's chest hair (which he learned Dream loves) and his nipple piercings, skirts so short that Dream can't figure out how he's not getting into trouble for breaking the dress code (turns out, the skirts are a normal length, Hob just rolls them up to mid-thigh for Professor Endless' class). He wears eyeliner, and maybe a bit of lipstick. He goes all out, even stops by his office when he has no need to. What's worse is every word out of his mouth can be interpreted as innocent or extremely filthy; Dream doesn't stand a chance.

- 🐺

SKREEEE YES. SLUTTY GRAD STUDENT HOB SJSJSHSBE

The worst part is that Hob is such a good student. He answers questions, he pays attention and makes excellent notes. All his assignments are extremely well done and even handed in early. He helps his fellow students and arranges study groups. Dream should be thanking god to have such a student in his class, but nooooo. He's going quietly insane.

He can't stop looking at Hob’s thick thighs under the hem of his little pleated skirts. How not long ago he was knelt between those thighs, eating Hob’s pretty hole. He's obsessed with Hob’s lips as he answers questions; the way he forms the words reminds Dream of how Hob looked up through his eyelashes as he sucked his cock. Hob is oh so respectful, calls him Professor Endless or even Sir. It's driving Dream slowly to the point of madness.

In search of relief he returns to that same club, only to find... who else but Hob? They have a drink together, just to be polite. And then Hob asks to dance. He's lonely, no one has approached him all night (this obviously isn't true). Dream is weak. Too weak to resist as Hob kisses his cheek and leads him off to a quiet corner. Too weak to stop himself grinding against Hob’s lovely arse, and eventually taking him home all over again...

#🐺 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw age gap

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gabessquishytum · 1 year

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The egg kink is intriguing. I just watched some, ehm, educational recreational adult entertainment, hehe, and two guys used giant anal beads in egg shape on eachother. This sparked a headcanon relevant to y'alls interests, i think.

Imagine. Dream's fist is going in and out of Hob's stretched hole, he's a sobbing, leaking mess, begging Dream for more. They've discussed pregnancy and egg laying before, in theory, because Hob had forced Dream to watch a Sci-Fi movie with him.

'If you really want to incubate my eggs, Hob Gadling, I will have to test your body's abilities first. Do you consent to be fucked with this?' He presents the newly conjured fist sized egg anal beads and rubs the tip of it over Hob's lips, one fist still inside Hob's anus, knuckle rubbing over his prostate. All Hob can do is moan and desperately lick the first of the black silicon eggs.

Dream keeps Hob stuffed with the egg dildo for the whole night. In the morning, Hob's sphincter is clenched tightly around the base, and he's so full, and it's so good, and Dream's given him a lube enema before and his insides are gushing with it now, the sheets sticky where it leaked out.

And then Dream letz him kneel on the floor, orders Hob to put his hands around Dream's waist and PUSH the beads out. Without help, without his hands, like it was really a birth. Hob struggles, and a stream of lube gushes out before the first egg crowns. Dream gently pets his lover's puffy anus and lets the pad of his finger push the egg back in. He's rock hard watching Hob try, so hard, for him. His beautiful slut. In the end he tugs the rim open with two fingers to ease the first egg out, a glob of lube coming with it. The rest of the string of anal beads follows quickly.

Hob begs him to take a pic if his ruined hole as he collapses, as satisfied and overwhelmed as he's never been before.

(Him i'm new, or very old in this case. I'll call myself 🦐)

Well hi there 🦐 anon. I must say I think that this is shrimply marvellous 😏

I am. Obsessed with the lube enema, for a start. I can’t stop thinking about Hob’s insides being all wet and messy omfg. And the ample opportunity for Dream to humiliate him. I’m sitting here squirming just thinking about it. Dream would be so fucking ruthless about getting him as wet as possible before hand, because he doesn’t want his favourite toy getting injured. He needs Hob to stay perfect and leaky and slutty <3

And oh my FUCKING god, Dream making him go through a trial run with the egg toys??? Why is that the hottest thing ever??? Especially Dream pushing it back in just when Hob thinks he’s about to be done. No matter how much Hob cries, Dream just keeps pushing him and teasing him because if he can’t do this, how is he going to bear Dream’s offspring? And Hob just fucking cums from the combination of stimulation and humiliation.

I’m insane about this. I am kissing you so hard.

#🦐anon #dreamling #the sandman #nsft #cw oviposition #cw pregnancy

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