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gabessquishytum · 3 months

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Dream is searching for his helm, but this time he goes about it…a different way. And he needs Hob’s help.

See Lucifer is having their centennial birthday party and Dream can’t show up alone. It’s expected that all invited guest should bring entertainment aka a human pet.

Dream is also aware that after his humiliating capture he has to prove himself to a bunch of gods and demons who are going to be laughing at him and gossiping behind his back. He’ll need to appear strong and capable.

At first, Dream thinks about just plucking him out of his dreams and trying to convince Hob it’s actually all just a dream. But it isn’t like Dream knows any other humans who would help. And he needs help.

So he returns to Hob and actually uses his words to admit that they’re friends…and Dream needs a rather big favor.

Hob is shocked but pleased when his stranger asks him to attend a party with him and says yes, of course, whatever he wants. He doesn’t quite realize what it means to be Dream’s companion until they’re descending into hell, Hob collared and on display at his side, to sweet talk the devil into giving back his helm.

Just imagine Hob's face when Dream sits down in front of him at the New Inn and lays his cards on the table. That he wants Hob to come along and be his good little pet for the evening. That he wants Hob to slip into a leather harness and collar, a nice gold chain between his nipples and a hollow gag in his mouth. That he wants Hob’s nice hairy chest and rosy nipples on display for the whole of hell to see.

And naturally Hob says yes. It's been 133 years. He'd dance naked in the rain if his stranger asked him to. And apparently that isn't as unlikely as he'd imagined...

Dream isn't even convinced that this plan is going to work, until he actually walks into the party in hell itself. Hob turns the head of every diabolical creature in the room, and even Lucifer is definitely glancing at him. And gosh, Hob knows how to work the room. He flutters his eyelashes and nuzzles into every crotch he comes face to face with, and allows Dream to haul him around the party on the end of his pretty chain.

Within an hour, Lucifer is offering a deal. There's no need to play the oldest game, no need for anyone to get hurt. If Dream will let Lucifer have Hob - his oldest and dearest friend - for the remainder of the evening, in whatever way they choose, then Lucifer will hand over his helm.

Hob says yes, before Dream can do something stupid, like say no.

And that is how Hob ends up getting fucked in front of the assembled legions of hell, while Dream watches and seethes. Yes he's getting his helm back, but this is torture, and Lucifer obviously knows it. Because Dream has literally just realised that he wants Hob for his own, and the idea of him being touched by another... is far worse than the oldest game.

When Dream finally gets to take Hob and his helm home again, he's nearly vibrating out of his physical form. As he lays an exhausted and overworked Hob on the bed, he isn’t expecting to be pulled onto the mattress as well.

"Don't I get a reward?" He pouts. "I was so good for you..."

And Dream is devouring his mouth, before he can even blink.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #hob x lucifer

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downeystarkjr · 6 years

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The Swan and The Ghost chapter 6

Emma Swan was never one to believe in ghosts or in any superstitions of the kind. However, her beliefs are soon to be tested when she moves into the beautiful yet mysterious Jewel Cottage. The manor known to be the home haunted by Captain Killian Jones.

The story can also be read on AO3 here

(This is one of the two stories I was working on for the Captain Swan Big Bang - it’s still a WIP but I have quite a few chapters complete that I really wanted to share)

Other chapters found here: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Chapter 6

The new inhabitant of the house jumped, the colour draining from her face. She hadn’t expected to get a response. This time, Emma couldn’t deny what she heard. What was she supposed to say to him? The ghost who she now lived with. Who Mr Gold tried to warn her about? “Well then uh…if you’re quite finished, I hope you won’t interfere again while I boil the pan of milk,” Emma tried to hide the nervousness in her voice, using the flashlight to make sure she could see what she was doing when trying to light the hob.

Thankfully the Captain gave Emma the chance to put the milk on a low heat, only for her to get the greatest shock she had experienced during her short time in Jewel Cottage so far. There, standing a small distance from her, by the kitchen table, was the figure of a man. Captain Killian Jones. Emma, surprisingly, found herself compelled and with a nervous gulp, she stepped closer to the apparition, holding the flashlight up at him and was met by his ocean blue gaze. He wasn’t quite what Emma imagined a ghost to look like. She never thought he would look quite so dashing – the portrait Emma found during her first visit to the house didn’t do the Captain justice.

“Well?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, doing his best to hide the smirk creeping up on his expression. The Captain was well aware of the handsomeness he possessed, even as a ghost. It was at his simple questioning remark that Emma realised she had yet to say something in reaction to seeing the ghost. “Just bear with me… I need to take a moment to get accustomed to the fact there’s an actual ghost in my kitchen…You're Captain Jones?” she finally replied, recognising the man from his portrait.

“Aye.” Captain Jones nodded, meeting Emma’s gaze. “And on the contrary, the canine isn’t going anywhere. This is his home and where he belongs.” He added, with a gesture to the ground.

The American furrowed her eyebrows and glanced down to see the shaggy-haired dog now sat by the ghost, wagging his tail happily as if Captain Jones was his owner. “Are you saying he’s yours? I’m sorry, but I’m not going to keep a dog just because a ghost told me to. This is my home.”

Captain Jones chose not to make a remark about Jewel Cottage being her home. No one had the right to call it that but him and he did a wonderful job of keeping people away for years. Until the stubborn Miss Swan had to insist on moving in. “Where the bloody hell is he going to go? A man is entitled to having a pet as a companion. Only a heartless soul or a…coward, could send an innocent animal away. What harm could he possibly do?” Quite frankly, Captain Jones found that the animals he thought of as his pets over the years as a ghost were far better company than humans.

“I'm sorry I called you a coward,” Emma recognised the ghost’s words were a direct reference to how she insulted him earlier. “Until tonight, I refused to believe you even existed... Anyway…uh…It must have been embarrassing to you.”

“Pray tell, why love?” The latter part of Emma’s reply confused the Captain, and he quirked an eyebrow. She noticed his puzzled expression.

“Well, I mean because of the way you died,” Emma thought it was obvious and shrugged, still trying to come to terms with how she was talking to a ghost.

“The way I died, my lady?” Captain Jones was clearly still as puzzled as before. Which only made Emma feel awkward, she didn’t want to make the situation even more uncomfortable by mentioning the Captain’s rumoured suicide.

“I…well…I mean because you committed suicide,” she reluctantly explained, looking away from the ghost’s alluring blue eyes. However, Emma didn’t expect him to refute her claim. She prided herself on having a superpower to tell when someone was lying to her. There was something about Captain Jones’ following reply that made her consider that the rumour regarding his death was incorrect.

“What made you think I committed suicide?” he scoffed at the very thought of taking his own life.

“But Mr. Gold, the vendor, he said— “Emma began in her defence and glanced back up to face the Captain. Seeing his neutral expression change to one akin to frustration at the mention of Mr Gold.

“Gold is an imbecile, just like his predecessors,” Captain Jones uttered beneath his breath with a roll of his eyes. He held disdain for Gold’s ancestral family and hated how the present Mr Gold of Storybrooke was put in charge of selling Jewel Cottage, the Captain’s pride and joy. Captain Jones was not intending on telling a woman he just met the truth behind his death. It was nothing to do with her.

“I went to sleep in front of that confounded gas heater in my bedroom...my foot kicked the gas on while I slept. There was a storm brewing outside and I did what any sensible person would do and went to close the window before falling asleep. You’d have done the same wouldn’t you love?”

This time Emma suspected the ghost was lying to her. “Yes, I suppose so,” she said quietly, wondering how she could get the truth out of the captain. For now, she stayed quiet to allow him to continue.

“The inquest settled on a decision that I took my own life because my blasted housekeeper testified that I always slept with the windows kept open. How the devil should she know how I slept?” the ghost went on, rather impressed by the tale he had concocted to fool Emma. The true events of his death couldn’t have been any further from the tale he spun.

“Oh, I'm so glad,” Emma didn’t fully trust the man’s story but she was glad that he didn’t commit suicide. Her words brought about a perplexed look on Captain Jones’ face that made Emma attempt to stifle a laugh.

“You do have a strange sense of humour, Swan,” Captain Jones shook his head. In all his years, alive and as a ghost, he was yet to meet anyone quite like the newcomer to his home.

“I meant that I’m relieved you didn't commit suicide...” Emma was quick to correct, she didn’t want to offend him any more than she already head. However, a thought then crossed her mind. There must have been a reason why Captain Jones existed as a spirit. “But if you didn't, why do you haunt this house?”

“Because I have plans for Jewel Cottage that don't include strangers barging in and making themselves at home, in my house,” that was partly true. The Captain didn’t want anyone else to live in his manor – taking over what was rightfully his. Even if he had been dead for a long time.

Emma gave the ghost a disapproving glare. “Then you really were trying to scare me out of here?”

“You call that trying?” The Captain chuckled as if Emma was joking. “I was barely getting started. No, that was enough for most of the others. They didn't want any part of it, and ran out from fear,” he laughed, but saw that Emma didn’t seem to be very impressed. “But in your case, I'm prepared to admit I charted the course with regret,” The Captain confessed honestly and gave Emma a flirtatious smirk. A personality trait of his that not even being a ghost could erase. “You're quite a beautiful woman Swan, you know... Especially when you're asleep,” he winked.

Emma gasped in realisation, the memory of what she thought was a dream returning to her. She thought she recognised the Captain’s voice from somewhere. “So that was you in my room this afternoon?”

“My room, love.”

“I thought I'd dreamed it,” Emma didn’t bother to reply to the Captain’s correction. “While I slept… I swore the window was opened, did you do that to frighten me?”

“I opened the window because I didn't want another accident with the blasted gas. It was very foolish of you to have not opened it,” he countered in a sterner tone.

However, Emma was always the headstrong type. “You, of all people, should not have brought that up,” she didn’t hesitate to confront the ghost and subtly get him to come out with the truth about his death. Or in the very least get him to imply he had lied to her.

“That’s bad form Swan,” the Captain figured out what Emma was up to. How he died was his personal tale and he was sticking to the one he explained to her.

“Sorry,” she mumbled and looked down to the phone in her hand. “If you’re talking about bad form, you could at least – “she started, referring to the lights in the kitchen that the Captain switched on before Emma could complete her sentence. “Thanks, I guess.” She bit her lip and looked back the Captain.

“Well, what's the matter now?”

“I just wanted to see if you were really there,” Emma said and turned off the flashlight on her phone.

“Of course I'm really here...” The Captain found it rather annoying whenever people referred to him as ‘The Ghost’. Before taking the form of an apparition, he had lived quite the eventful life. “I'll continue to be here when you've packed up and gone.” He smirked with confidence.

Emma did not let Mr Gold or her parents talk her out of moving to Storybrooke and into Jewel Cottage. She most definitely was not going to be put off by a ghost. “If you had intentions for this house, you should have said so in your will.”

“Lady Swan, I advise you to have caution. You don’t know anything about the matter, so let’s leave it at that,” the Captain warned, becoming increasingly annoyed. “And if you continue to live here, you have to be careful not to pry about things that don’t concern you love.”

“What?” Emma was about to argue with Killian further before taking in what the ghost actually said to her. “If I continue to live here...?” she asked as if seeking confirmation. “Do you honestly mean it? That I can stay?” she queried again, her expression lighting up. Emma must have been the one of the few people that the Captain allowed to stay in his house. Or perhaps, the only person.

“Well…” he cleared his throat. “You may stay. But on trial,” the Captain agreed but stepped back when Emma was about to hug him. “Keep your distance, Swan. I had no intention of making you happy. I merely want to do what's best for the house and I can see that you love it, not as much as I do, but you do love it.”

“So… I guess now that you know Jewel Cottage is in the right hands., you’ll stop haunting and leave us alone?” Emma suggested, but the ghost clearly had other ideas.

Captain Jones disregarded Emma’s question with a laugh and folded his arms. Why would he leave just because a woman wanted him out of the way? “I’m not going anywhere. Why don’t we make a bargain? Leave me bedroom as it is... and I'll promise not to go into any other room in the house if you ever have guests?” he offered with the air of a gentleman about him.

“But hang on, if you keep the best bedroom, where would I sleep?” Emma stepped back, not liking where the conversation was going. Especially after the Captain’s following response.

“Why, in the best bedroom of course,” he shrugged like it was nothing to be bothered about.

“But...”

“Bloody hell Swan!” he exclaimed, more amused than angered. “If it hasn’t dawned on you, I'm a ghost. I have no body. I haven't had one for years...is that clear?”

“But wait, how can I see you?” The blonde mentioned, this was never how she or anyone else imagined ghosts to look like. “I can’t look straight through you and there’s nothing eerie about you. If you don’t mind me saying so?”

“Oh love, you really have confused fact with fiction,” he chuckled softly, leaning on the edge of the kitchen table. “Ghosts don’t look like spirits from a Dickens novel, take it from me, I am a ghost. Anyway…don’t make me regret my decision Swan, prove to me I’m not making a mistake by being a fool to trust a helpless woman in my house.”

“I'm not helpless,” Emma frowned, it was now her turn to take offence. It didn’t help seeing Captain Jones smirking at her.

“If you're so confoundedly competent... you'll notice your milk's about to boil over.” The Captain made a gesture to the saucepan on the lit stove and chuckled when Emma rushed over to tend to the hot milk.

“You shouldn’t have distracted me Captain.”

“Well, you can be forgiven, I do have that effect on women,” Captain Jones did enjoy flirting with women. He saw no shame in flirting with the woman who was going to be living with him at his home. Needless to say, he was disappointed when Emma just rolled her eyes while pouring the milk into a mug.

“Oh, one thing more,” the Captain thought it best to change the subject. “I want my painting hung in the bedroom... the one you saw on your first day here.” Despite Emma not knowing it, the moment she found the portrait was the first time she saw his ghost. He had to admit, Captain Jones thought Emma was rather interesting from her initial visit with the way she refused to get scared off.

“Must I?” The woman cringed, still working on her hot beverage by stirring cocoa powder into the mug. “I mean, it doesn't do you justice and-“yet again, the ghost took it upon himself to interrupt her mid-sentence.

“Oh I know, it’s a challenge to capture all my charm in a portrait,” he wasn’t able to resist the flirtation and saw his efforts were working, what with the blush that crept up on her cheeks. “Besides, it's my painting. I didn't invite your criticism. I make that part of the bargain. I want you to put it there now, tonight,” Captain Jones decided, refusing to take no for an answer.

“It doesn’t seem like I have a choice,” Emma chose to compromise with reluctance as she brought the mug of hot chocolate and cinnamon to the table. “Since we’re going to be living together…not in that way…” she stammered, figuring it was a sensitive topic to mention ‘living’. “You know what I mean… you probably already know my name is Emma, but what do I address you as? Captain Jones is a little too formal don’t you think?”

“Aye,” the Captain didn’t put up an argument against the American. “Don’t worry Swan, Killian will do.”

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gabessquishytum · 1 month

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Hob offering to brush out Dream of the Endless, aka king of bedhead's hair. Dream initially protests saying that Hob doesn't have to do that, but Hob insists, and Dream really can't bring himself to put up a fight. So Hob washes Dream's hair (only to make it easier to brush out oc, definitely not cause Hob just wanted an excuse to play with his hair for longer), and Dream rediscovers how much he likes his hair being played with. He nearly cries when Hob is washing his hair, gently massaging his scalp, because he's so touch starved.

After that, Dream does everything he can to get Hob to play with his hair again without having to just ask him to. He gets caught in the rain and inexplicably hasn't dried himself off, so obviously this means Hob needs to wash his hair again (Hob was initially baffled by this jump in logic, but he was definitely not going to complain). Dream does this several times before Hob is like, "you know, if you want me to play with your hair, you can just ask me to" and eventually manages to get Dream to admit that he really likes having his hair played with and that he's really touchstarved. Hob of course decides that he needs to fix this and tells Dream that much. Dream grudgingly admits that he's not opposed to that

Eventually it becomes a regular thing that Dream will show up at Hob's flat demanding cuddles or that Hob play with his hair, and Hob could not be happier about it, neither could Dream. So when Dream's function gets stressful, he goes to Hob where he can lay his head in his lap while Hob is watching tv on the couch or something and have his hair played with, there isn't much that calms Dream down quicker than that when he's stressed.

(definitely not inspired by me getting a haircut and having my hair washed and trying not to cry because of how touchstarved I am, totally not inspired by that)

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Yes YESS. Give that anthropomorphic personification a bloody good head massage. I think it could fix him.

I ADORE the idea of Dream very grumpily face-planting in Hob’s lap because he doesn't want to admit that he wants to be stroked and scritched and petted, but he wants it sooooo much... he's literally smothering himself in Hob’s lap, refusing to lift his head until the requisite amount of hair playing and scalp massaging has been fulfilled. This is somewhat inconvenient for Hob because Dream weighs about 300lbs when he wants to and cannot be moved, and also because if Hob has even one remotely horny thought, Dream will most definitely feel it.

Nevertheless Hob loves playing with Dream’s hair. He has a special comb and brush set commissioned by an artist specifically for Dream. He buys hair products for Dream to try (he likes the mild, lavender scented hair mask that Hob gently applies for him and then washes off). After a long day, it's just as soothing for Hob to play with Dream’s hair, as it is for Dream to have his hair played with.

(They're very much in love with each other, they just haven't noticed yet.)

Sometimes Dream turns up with his full 1689 interview with a vampire style hair, and Hob gives him the prettiest braids and updos you can imagine (Hob was, of course, a hairstylist at some point). But mostly Dream comes with the feathery bedhead, which is really surprisingly thick, and lets Hob patiently work out the knots. Sometimes Dream makes more knots so Hob has to take care of him for long. But Hob never really minds.

(Because, of course, they're in love.)

#🪐 anon #the sandman #dreamling

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gabessquishytum · 6 months

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yeah okay messmonte once again has me by the throat... i am having Thoughts about that post!! just imagine, hob dressing up as a werewolf because it's fun to teach his classes in costume for the day. he's got his fake ears, he's got his carefully torn clothing (showing quite a bit of his chest, because... well, he's sort of got his own pelt of fur already), and he's got a fake tail that he'd been planning on pinning to the seat of his ripped jeans.

dream, of course, has a better idea. to everyone who sees him, it certainly looks like the tail swishing along behind him is pinned to his jeans, because it's no effort at all for dream to make sure that's what everyone else sees. but when hob asked him for a hand getting the tail in place dream had instead bent him over the arm of the couch, tugged his pants down, and gotten to work getting a much more fun tail added to hob's costume.

the plug attached to the tail is... big. very heavy, and very big. hob's already whining by the time dream steps back to tear a new little hole in the seat of hob's jeans and proceeds to feed the tail through it and get hob's clothes all set in order. hob's sure the angle of the tail makes it perfectly clear where it's attached, but dream assures him that no one at all will realize. and with that, dream tells him to have a good day and be a good puppy, and he vanishes off back to the dreaming. leaving hob to figure out how to get himself to work when he's not sure he can walk and is even less sure he can sit.

he does make it to campus, eventually, though he doesn't have any time to hide out in his office and collect himself before his first class starts. but it goes alright, the plug isn't nearly as distracting once he isn't moving as much. and thankfully he'd thought to cage his cock before he left, because the plug shoves so perfectly against his prostate that hob's relieved to only feel the ache of his cock trying to get hard rather than the panic of trying to hide an erection while teaching.

what's much more of a problem is when he heads back to his department building for lunch and gets pulled into the casual little lunch party a few of the other profs are having. it's just hanging around eating lunch together, drinking punch, and eating candy, really. but his colleagues keep touching his tail. some of them pick it up to admire it and jostle the plug. some of them jokingly give it a little tug as they pass him. one wants to pull him aside for a private chat about an upcoming seminar -- and quite literally pulls him aside by the tail.

at the end of the day, hob's so desperate and weak-kneed that all he can do is collapse face-down on the couch in his office and call for dream. he can't make it back to his flat, not like this, not when his prostate is sensitized from the plug driving into it and his rim aches from holding it inside and his cock feels bruised from trying so long to get hard. he's been a good puppy, hasn't he? won't his master come and take care of him?

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I'm feeling the petplay/puppy play tonight!!! Both me and others have noted that we would love to see more pet play with dreamling. Puppy Hob, kitty Dream? The possibilities are endless.

And of course I've got to link @messmonte and their amazing art which makes us all rabid 🐺🐺

I just love the idea of Hob being forced to go out to work and join in a party in his costume!!! His tail is so silky and beautiful everyone wants to touch and tease it, and he gets a lot of remarks about how red his face is and how he's all trembly and whimpery. His colleagues know that he's up for a little friendly flirting, and he even gets people running their fingers through his chest hair. He has to breathe through his nose and continually adjust the cage through his trousers, to stop his cock getting a serious chafing injury.

He has to describe all of this to Dream as he slumps over his desk and begs to be take home. Dream wants to know exactly who has touched him where; who played with his pretty tail, who teased him? Dream isn't mad - he's pleased, actually, he wants his pretty pet to get lots of attention. He just wants to tease Hob further by making him talk about it while his poor trapped cock throbs and aches.

He is (eventually) taken home straight to his own bed, where Dream bends him over and instructs him to slowly take out his tail. Dream wants to see his hole gaping from the weight of holding that fat, heavy plug all day. He wants to hear Hob whining for him like the good little puppy he is. Dream is going to take such good care of him: he'll put his cock in his puppy's hole and fill him up til he smells like cum and nothing else. Maybe afterwards Hob can warm Dream’s cock in his mouth while Dream plays with his cute little ears!

And if Hob is a very good dog who pleases his master all evening, he might even be allowed to cum before he goes to sleep <3

#🐈‍⬛ anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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gabessquishytum · 6 months

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Warprize!Hob au where instead of being a Dom 24/7, Dream actually prefers to be a switch. After all, he's a king, his job is stressful, so as much as it's nice for him to take that stress out on his warprizes, sometimes he just wants to give up control. The problem is, he's a king, he is expected to be in total control 24/7, as much as that would wear on anyone.

One day, he's gifted Hob by his sister who had captured him off the battlefield. Perhaps Death had the chance to talk to him and thought his outlook on life would be good for Dream to learn from.

When Hob is first presented to Dream, Dream gives him a few options, he can serve as a submissive and serve Dream personally, he can work elsewhere in the castle, or he remain a prisoner. Of course Hob, ever the hedonist, takes one look at Dream and agrees to serve him personally.

Overtime, their dynamic develops and Dream often has Hob put on display for the court along with a handful of other warprizes that Dream has either captured himself, or been gifted. Hob, though, is quickly becoming Dream's favorite. Dream finds his outlook on life fascinating. So Dream starts letting Hob serve him more personally. Hob often spends the night in Dream's room and ends up as something of a confidante for him.

Which is how one night, maybe Hob has just given Dream a blow job, so Dream's tongue is looser than usual, Dream admits that being the one in charge all the time is wearing on him slightly. He enjoys it, but maybe sometimes it would also be nice to not be the one in control.

Hob doesn't say anything at first, he only remains where he is with his head in Dream's lap, quite enjoying how Dream is playing with his hair. Hob feels very honored though, that Dream trusts him enough to admit that he craves vulnerability.

A few nights later, Hob brings the subject up again. He tells Dream that he didn't used to only be a submissive partner, he says that people often expected him to be in control because he looks the part of a stereotypically masculine man. Hob tells Dream that while he prefers to be a submissive partner, he quite likes both. So he suggests that maybe they could come to some arrangement.

Dream, after thinking it over, probably having a crisis or two over the idea of letting go of control, even for just a little while, he decides that yes, he would like Hob to take control on occasion in private.

Which is how they come to the arrangment that in public, Dream is completely in control and Hob follows all his orders like the perfect sub. But in private Dream gives his control over to Hob, who he has come to trust more than he trusts himself. In private Hob helps Dream to just let go and feel. And the best part is for Dream, that no one else would ever know. His siblings and enemies will never be able to think less of him for letting go of his tightly gripped control, because thanks to Hob and their arrangment, no one will ever know, which allows him to run his kingdom better than he had previously. He's less stressed than he was so he makes better decisions and is overall happier.

OOO lovely lovely!!!! The beeeeeeest of both worlds <3

I love the idea that in public, Dream gets to show off his power and dominance by how he acts with Hob. He's got this aura of total control which really heightens his reputation as a firm but fair monarch. Ambassadors carry stories back to their own lands about Dream and his favourite pet, how he demands total respect and punishes his warprize for any bad behaviour. When people think of Dream they imagine a stern disciplinarian, not someone who youd want as an enemy!

But then like, behind the scenes, the whole situation gets flipped onto its head! Dream gets to be Hob’s subby pillow princess (king) and he gets absolutely everything that he wants, while Hob is firmly in control. It wasn't easy in the beginning, but together they've slowly worked to find out what Dream likes, and it soon becomes clear that just letting go and being Hob’s good boy for an hour every day is doing WONDERS for his mental and physical health. His blood pressure is down, he's sleeping more, and he actually looks like he wants to be alive at least some of the time! And the best part is that no one has to know how much he likes sitting on Hob’s lap and having his pretty pink nipples played with until he cries and begs to be allowed something more.

Death was very very smart to send Hob to her little brother and although she doesn't say so, she's very pleased to see that her efforts to Make Dream Relax are working well <3

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #warprize hob

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gabessquishytum · 8 months

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when shy warprize hobussy first came up you mentioned clit piercings and. yeah we need to come back around to that. because imagine! dream's having so much fun with his new prize and his pretty pussy. so obviously hob deserves some nice new decoration! and he has such a lovely big clit already, it just seems like the logical choice to make it stand out even more.

dream knows the piercing itself will be painful for hob -- he wants hob's clit itself pierced, after all -- but he holds hob while the piercer gets everything ready and promises a reward if hob's good. and he is, of course he is, hob wants more than anything to be good for dream, so he lets dream spread his legs wide and he holds perfectly still and he... maybe discovers he likes pain more than he thought he did, because he very nearly comes, but he's a good boy and he doesn't and he holds still!

(his reward is getting to lounge around in dream's quarters for a few days. which is exactly what he needs, considering the only way for him to be comfortable is lying down with his legs spread wide, but he... misses being kept in front of the court. more than he really wants to admit)

and of course, dream is so attentive while hob heals! he's ordered the very best healing salves available to make sure hob heals quickly and cleanly (and if he asked for a few extra ingredients to encourage hob's clit to grow even bigger, well...) and he insists on applying them himself. which means a few times a day hob is laid out and subjected to a very thorough but very slow massage of his clit. he's maybe losing his mind a little.

and then, of course, once the piercing is all healed? dream connmisisons quite a collection of jewellery for his favourite pet, and he loves picking out a new piece for hob every morning. he especially loves the big, ornate pieces -- heavy gold and dangling gems, perfect for tugging on hob's clit and making it as obvious as possible to anyone to looks at him. and for making hob aware of his clit as every step he takes sends the gems swinging. dream likes to have hob fetch things from elsewhere in the throne room on those days, just to watch him walk around. and then, some days he just wants to keep hob close. those are the days when he attaches a leash to hob's piercing. he's already thinking of how he should have hob pierced next.

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Oh my beloved 🐈‍⬛!!! Once again you've hit the spot <333

I am just so obsessed with the idea of Hob with his lovely big clit decorated with heavy jewellery. It tugs and stings, and swings between his legs whenever he has to move, and he just makes the cutest little noises when the jewellery is pulled or played with. He's such a loud, whiney little pet, but Dream knows that Hob is secretly pleased with his new ornaments. He's allowed to play with his jewellery if he's a good boy, and Dream keeps catching him tugging on the piercing even though it makes him squeal with pain. Poor little darling just can't resist how good it feels.

It's the perfect way for Dream to show off his wealth and generosity. Whenever visitors come from foreign lands, they see Hob’s pretty clit decorated with thick golden chains and studded with rubies, and they know that Dream must be sooo rich. The visitors are encouraged to come up and play with Hob’s big puffy clit, tug on his jewellery and generally make him squirm.

Obviously the highlight of the day is when Dream gets to leash Hob and parade him past the entire court as they head off to bed together. Sometimes Hob stumbles or slows down just for the pleasure of being dragged along by his throbbing, aching clit <3 and then when they get to Dream’s chambers, he'll lovingly switch Hob’s piercing out for something more suitable for bedtime. A nice big pussy plug with a locking mechanism that connects to the clit piercing via a chain. Hob is soooo cute and whiney as Dream fucks his arse and totally ignores his poor neglected pussy.

Hob will have to keep working hard if he wants to earn an orgasm! But if he's very well behaved during his next piercing session, Dream will certainly reward him. Dream is currently thinking of piercing his navel next - he'll put a nice big bar piercing in, like an arrow pointing the way to his cunt. Just to remind Hob of his true purpose in life as Dream’s precious sex pet <333

#🐈‍⬛ anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #warprize hob

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okay SO. even having left his realm and abandoned his function, destruction is still very much, you know, destruction of the endless. his nature hasn't changed, just how he's interacting with it (or not interacting with it, as much as he can). and part of this is that while olly wants to be a gentle, tender lover, it takes... a lot of effort. it's in his nature to be rough with a partner, nearly to the point of violence, and it gets harder and harder to reign that in as he gets more and more worked up. so. the perfect solution to that problem? immortal painslut hob, who loves being fucked so hard he's sobbing by the time he comes and then held and petted and praised after, when olly's come down and it's easier for him to be sweet. he gets to indulge in some of that destruction with a partner who absolutely loves it, and then he gets to practise being caring after.

(and, sidenote, hc that in the same way that dream has whatever junk he or his partner imagine him having, olly's dick is just the slightest bit bigger than whatever his partner can comfortably take. hob is. completely fucking obsessed with that, actually.)

-🐈‍⬛

I'm literally so tired but I CANNOT resist the Hob x Destruction content ok.

So yeah!!! Destruction is literally the embodiment of destruction so even though he's chosen to leave his realm he still exists in a certain way, its his nature - even though he's mostly channeling it into bad art and very aggressive sushi prep and 30 mile dog walks.

He agonises over the fact that he's rough and violent in bed, and Hob is immortal sure but how could he possibly want this? Fortunately Hob sets the record straight pretty quick. He shows Olly what he wants, what he can take, shows him exactly how hard he wants to be fucked. He wants to be folded in half until his joints squeak, he wants to be told how pathetic and small he is. He fucking loves it. And afterwards, he wants the cuddles and kisses that he knows Olly can provide so perfectly.

Destruction is a head and shoulders taller than Hobsie and like, twice as wide (that one panel with him and Dream standing either side of Hob, my beloved). His dick is not suitable for average human people, even sizequeens like Hob. And that is exactly what Hob likes most. He loves being split open on that massive girth and reduced to soft, pathetic little noises. His poor hole is ruined, and Olly is so apologetic about it! Hob just wants him to kiss it better and then ruin it all over again <3 for the sake of being able to walk, sometimes he has to make do with a couple of massive fingers in his hole instead - and that's a whole other degree of pleasure. Hob’s still working on persuading Olly to fist him, though...

#🐈‍⬛ anon #the sandman #hob x destruction #nsft

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gabessquishytum · 1 year

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Yan Anon reporting in~

These are all just *chef’s kiss X2* perfect.

“yeah so i'm also obsessed with unhinged dream so if i may just uhh throw my own kinks into the pile (nonny if this inspired you i will be thrilled if not i'm still also hoping you wind up writing this fic because. omg.) but uh. dream giving hob a pussy, wrecking it, and then immediately adding some nice chastity piercings?” -🐈‍⬛

🐈‍⬛Hello! It has indeed inspired me, my gosh, you have no idea. I was thinking how Dream could torment Hob with the piercings and this is just inspired. And Dream being absolutely mean, making Hob beg for his release- my nose is starting to gush blood. I imagine Dream on a comfy armchair, sitting there with an uncharacteristically manic grin and flushed face, while Hob has to slowly crawl his way over and plead with whines and whimpers, and in his head he’s thinking, “Master please, I’ve been good, so good. I need your cock inside my pussy please. pleaseletmecum” All the while spreading his legs and pussy, just presenting himself to tempt Dream. WHEW. I just can’t explain it, Yandere Dream is just so hot to me, and I want him to be as possessive and as fucked up as possible.

“oh my GOD yes please like. dream eventually lets hob go and he feels awful and guilty about the whole thing and it hurts to let hob go but he does, he tweaks enough people's memories to just think that hob was away on sabbatical and it's fine, he can drop back into his old life.”

I hope I’m right in thinking this is the same anon XD‍‍ I was kind of torn on which ending I would like to happen, one where Hob gets mindbroken to the point where he stays in the Dreaming permanently(which is a bit too dark and urgh than I’d like) or one where Dream comes to his senses and lets him go, but this is perfect. Hob willingly and consensually offers himself to Dream and he’s not so far gone where he’s just a broken mindless pet. I LOVE IT. It’s hilarious to think that Dream would be the speechless one for once XD

Oh btw, here's what I was thinking about how this all started. Hob POV, Dream and Hob had their meeting in the New Inn, and everything’s wonderful cause Hob finally knows what to call his stranger AND Dream agrees to more than one meeting a century, a miracle! So they start meeting once every few months, then once a month, and so on and so on, until Hob realizes that they’re meeting multiple times a week now. Not that he’s complaining, he’s ecstatic really, even if Dream is exhibiting some weird tendencies/behaviors/habits.

Staring/Stalking - Hob notices that Dream likes to stare, at him specifically now that he’s thinking about it, there’s a kind of darkness in his friend’s eyes that’s a bit unnerving, but he’s probably just imagining it. He’s just happy to have his friend around, but definitely not the big-ass raven that seems to be stalking his every move. There’s also the constant feeling of being watched whenever he’s alone or in public but maybe he’s just being paranoid.

Touching – They were fleeting touches at first like handshakes, and shoulders bumping, but now they’ve upgraded to handholding(context to follow XD) and actual hugs! Hugs that Hob swears linger just a tad too long to be considered normal, and did his hand kind of graze his ass? Ah who cares, Dream is finally being friendly and with honest-to-goodness smiles now.

People – People who have shown or expressed the tiniest bit of interest in Hob are now avoiding him like the plague. The regular customer that flirted with Hob yesterday at the inn is never seen again, the student that sent him a love letter has now dropped out of his class, and the friendly neighbor that usually gives him baked goods practically kissed the hallway trying to get to their apartment around him.

Dreams – Okay so I’m not so sure what to do here, Hob knows to an extent that Dream has dream-related powers, cause Dream gave him some vague bs answer like usual XD There’s gonna be mind-blowing wet dreams about Morpheus obviously, but maybe Hob doesn’t suspect Dream at first, perhaps he thinks it’s his desires manifesting into the hottest dream sex he has ever had, nearly every night, started almost the same time as when Dream reappeared in his life. Right Hob, right. Hob is gonna act more awkward cause of the dreams but I’m still thinking about whether there’s gonna be any physiological effects like increased horniness.

Then I was thinking of an incident that pushes Dream over the edge, perhaps someone flirting aggressively with Hob or Hob gets into an accident of some kind. Then boom, goodbye waking world.

A bit long I know hahahaha but all thoughts and criticisms are welcome here~

-Love, Yan Anon <3

Yan Anon, you are INCREDIBLE. I am so obsessed with this crazy yandere Dream who is totally obsessed and fixated on Hob!!! Somehow it's made even better by the fact that Hob is "just a human" so why is Dream so completely insane about him? Nobody understands!!! I love the idea of him using every spare moment to check in on Hob (either spend time with him or just... watch from afar), it's like his hobby at this point (there's a pun in there somewhere).

I also think Hob would be weirdly into it? Because he craves Dream’s attention, he wants to be Dream’s special pet... he even gets jealous if Dream happens to spend time with someone else because he’s come to expect that he’s Dream’s favourite. Just these two being weird and toxically attached to each other pleeease. Hob flirting with someone bc he knows Dream will go off the rails with jealousy and sweep him off to the dreaming to spank his pussy? Yeah. Yeeeeah <3

#yan anon #dreamling #nsft #the sandman #cw yandere

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