#dreamling smay

[lenreli]

Day 21 - “Yeah, right”

[AO3] Wanted to try out comic/show swap since @alexxuun’s art. 

Hob groans, sitting up as he looks around, irritation rising as he stares at the flat plane of existence, blues and pinks thrown across it like paint. Great, he thinks sarcastically, thinking of the essay he was marking ― he was on a roll even, and now he’s ― at some bullshit, rage simmering under his skin as he walks along, and there’s a familiar― 

Not so familiar, as Hob stares at the flame coat, the paper-white skin, as Dream ― not his Dream, as this other Dream comes up to him, and Hob tilts his head up, looking up at the wild hair, even more than the Dream he knows, the black, starry eyes. “You’re not,” he says.

“Neither are you,” this Dream says, eyes raking over him. “You waited,” Dream says, and ― Hob can spot it right away, the ego this Dream has as he steps closer, a hand coming up to his jaw as he’s looked at like prey, like this Dream― 

“I did,” he says, relaxing into the cold hand, because this Dream expects, because he waited, because he’s devoted, and so this Dream would see him submit ― and perhaps he might even do so, under other circumstances, when his rage isn’t rolling inside, and Hob thinks that he should go back to that underground fighting ring again, as he imagines kissing his Dream in The New Inn, and the other Dream’s hand on his jaw digs in. 

“I could treat you better,” this Dream says, kingly arrogance in his tone. Yeah, right he thinks derisively as he looks up under his lashes as Dream pulls him closer. 

“Could you?” He asks ― and there’s a peculiar feeling, like encroaching, something he can’t define as Dream kisses him, and he falls into the kiss easily, thinking of the red lips of his Dream and not the colourless ones kissing him, and Dream’s fingers tighten on his jaw, bruising, while the other’s arm goes around his waist.

“I will have you only thinking of me,” Dream growls, pulling him flush against him, and Hob happily goes along with the kisses, his hands going up to wild hair, then going down to take off the flame coat, staring at the revealed black tank top in interest. “My Hob, so devoted,” Dream says, pulling him down to the strokes of paint of wherever they are ― and the split-second feeling of something happens again, as he sits on Dream’s lap. 

So soft, so devoted and defanged, Hob resists rolling his eyes, because surely the Hob that this Dream knows has done all the same terrible, abhorrent things he’s done ― and he kisses Dream, chaste at first but slowly getting more dirty just to shut him up. He considers as he whimpers into it, the arrogance, the ego he could easily spot from this Dream, much like the Dream of the past hundreds of years, as Dream’s hands stroke his hair.

There’s only the sound of his breathing, of fabric rustling as Dream lies down on the floor, cold hands touching under his shirt as Hob kisses him, grinding down on the hardness he can feel against his cock. The feeling ― hard to define, but knowing it’s there appears again, and looking up, hidden by his hair, he can see a familiar pair of boots, his Dream’s, and another pair of shoes, black and shiny, making him think of back in the ‘80’s. This Dream’s Hob? 

Dream’s hands trail to his waist, making their way to his lower back and Hob sighs into the kiss, and in a swift movement, Dream’s hands are in one of his hands, slamming it on the floor above Dream’s head and Dream spasms, black eyes wide as they stare up at him, clearly not expecting this to happen. “Dream,” he sighs again, feeling the deity wriggle beneath him and he crushes the other’s wrists lightly, feeling a whimper beneath him before Dream stops. 

“What is―I am a king―” This Dream growls and Hob smirks. 

“And you’re far from the first king I’ve fucked, so save the pearl-clutching for someone else,” he rolls his eyes, other hand going to the leather pants, undoing them swiftly and pulling them down as Dream keeps trying to escape from his hold. “Poor Dream, expecting some easy, submissive lay when I’m not really in a mood to be like that,” he says, grinning meanly, leaning down to bite into Dream’s mouth as his other hand brushes past Dream’s hard cock, two fingers going inside the other’s entrance easily and Dream cries. 

“Hob,” Dream sobs, “you are―my friend,” is mewled against his mouth, and Hob looks up, seeing the figures of the other Dream, his Dream, still as a statue, and the other Hob, hair rust-coloured and with a matching grin on his face before Hob looks back down.

“Sure, but the arrogance you have isn’t gonna make me roll over just because you thought it should be like that,” he breathes, stretching Dream’s inside, slick and leaking for all of his words, as Dream lets out shattered moans, slowly pressing back onto his fingers. “So, here’s your choices, my liege. Either you come on my fingers, or my cock, but choose quickly, unless you want me to decide for you,” he growls, pressing into Dream’s prostate before pulling the fingers out so he can add another. 

Dream’s clothes disappear as the other’s cold body roll into his fingers, and Hob looks up from miles of white skin to see that there are tears in Dream’s eyes, and he raises an eyebrow, twisting his fingers cruelly, satisfied at the way Dream arches into it, other’s cock leaking absurd amounts of pre-come. “Your cock,” Dream says quietly and Hob nods, stretching Dream more, and adding another finger before leaving, and Dream whines, bereft as he opens his jeans. 

This Dream is ― cold, when he enters, feeling slick walls as Dream whines, bucking into him, eyes wet as they stare at him. Hand now free, he grips Dream’s hair roughly, pulling his head back as they kiss and bite into each other’s mouths, “there’s a good Dream,” he whispers, and Dream ― and the whole plane shudders as he fucks into the other, more focused on his own pleasure than Dream’s, who shivers underneath him as he comes. 

“Please, please,” Dream begs, arching into him desperately, and Hob’s afterglow turns straight into mean satisfaction at the lack of arrogance in Dream’s voice, at the way Dream allows himself to be fucked, at the high moans as he uses his softening cock, pulling up Dream’s leg to change the angle to press into the other’s prostate, and everything becomes blurry, indistinct as Dream comes with a wail. 

The next thing he’s aware of, he’s at home, the essay he was still marking in front of his eyes as he stands up, feeling the same wetness that was in the other’s entrance in his pants as he looks around. Blinks in surprise to see his Dream, still as a statue, face red. “My friend! Kind of busy at the moment. Marking, y’know,” he smiles, gesturing at the essay and Dream ― nods, somehow turning even redder. 

“Of―of course,” is all that’s said before Dream disappears.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smay #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #writing #not sfw #i got a bit carried away #i just think :3

[seiya-starsniper]

Smay Day 5 - wine

This smay prompt is special because it is dedicated to MY WIFE @staroftheendless 💖💖 Very excited about this next stage in our relationship.

There is something sinful about the wine-dark flush in Dream’s face when he’s embarrassed.

Hob thinks the Endless probably does not get embarrassed often, not especially in front of humans. Then again, Dream has probably never lost a game of cards to a human being before either.

“I thought you could see everyone’s daydreams,” Hob grins, unable to keep the glee out of his voice. “So wouldn’t you be able to just read my thoughts from my daydreams?”

“Y-you,” Dream barely stutters but Hob hears it, hears also the slight trill of arousal in his voice. “That is not how that works.”

It was in fact, exactly how it worked, and they both knew it. Dream could very easily look in on Hob’s daydreams and determine the cards in his hand…if Hob had actually been thinking about their game, that is.

Instead, Hob thought about sinking down to his knees and crawling underneath the table to mouth at Dream’s cock. He imagined Dream spreading his legs and exposing himself so that Hob could tease at the head, sucking on it gently right before he swallowed him down to the hilt. Hob thought about Dream burying those long fingers in his hair, tugging and pushing Hob’s head further down over and over until he would be gagging. 

Hob knew exactly when Dream perceived his dirty little daydream because the Endless promptly lost control of his cards and had to fold.

“Whatever you say, old friend,” Hob replies, still smug in his victory. “Now, how about we go make that daydream of mine a reality?” 

#dreamling #dream x hob #nsft #smay 2023 #seiya writes #seiya drabbles #I was going to make this a strip poker game but my brain wasn't working properly tonight lol #may revisit this concept later

[aurelia-which-means-sunrise]

#smay2023 #smay 2023 #my fic #dreamling #sandman fic

[lenreli]

Day 23 - Morphussy

[AO3]

Hob shivers, Dream’s skin cool to the touch as they kiss on the couch, his hands going under the other’s black shirt ― and pausing, mind ticking at a new feeling from Dream’s usually-smooth body as he takes off Dream’s shirt. “Wait, you,” Hob blinks, mind skipping at the black hair on Dream’s chest, soft to the touch, and his hand follows the trail of contrasting black down to Dream’s pants, “huh,” he breathes.

Fascinated, he bites at the pink nipples, surrounded by dark hair as Dream gasps, still smirking as he lies on the couch, melting under Hob’s curious hands and lips, arching into him as he slowly makes his way down, undoing Dream’s pants, pulling them down, and there’s another pause as Hob stares at the other’s cunt, eyes trailing up from the black pubic hair and up to the furry chest, blinking. 

“Beautiful,” he breathes, hands going straight to Dream’s hips as he puts his mouth on Dream’s cunt, tongue licking inside and Dream shudders, whining as Hob eats him out, fluids gushing onto his face and Dream’s thighs, and he can feel hands clenching his hair, but he’s too focused on to pay it any mind. 

“Hob,” Dream gasps, breathless even though he doesn’t need to breathe at all, arching into his mouth, into his nose as it rubs against Dream’s clit, moaning wildly as Dream tugs at his hair enough for his scalp to ache, but he ignores it as he continues to lick and suck Dream’s cunt, hearing the entity’s loud whines, close to orgasm. “Hob,” Dream cries, voice cracking as more fluid leaks out, and Hob looks up to find that Dream’s other hand is clutching the armrest of the couch tightly, chest heaving.

“Delicious,” he whispers, crawling back up to kiss Dream, hands trailing back up to the happy trail of hair as they share a sloppy kiss. “I want more,” he moans into the other’s mouth, one of his hands going back down to Dream’s cunt, fingers slipping inside, deeper than his tongue and Dream grinds down, panting into his mouth.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smay #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #writing #not sfw #bc henry 6 chest hair yes

[lenreli]

Day 19 - Club [Human AU]

[AO3]

Morpheus stares, a simple night out to get out of his head, derailed by Robert Gadling ― of course. Hob isn’t aware that he’s here yet, otherwise they’d be sniping at each other, most likely. Morpheus sits at the bar, watching as Hob dances with his friends, in very ripped jeans and a henley, and Morpheus seethes quietly, quelling the attraction he feels as he downs his cocktail.

It’s not like he and Hob hate each other, it’s just ― friction, but really, that has nothing to do with now, finding it hard to be anonymous and to land someone with Hob right there. And staring at him, blinking in shock when he glances in that direction. Bracing himself as Hob comes over, his pulse jumps at the way Hob leans against him, “you know what a club is?” 

Morpheus scowls, ear prickling from Hob’s breath, and his ready remark dies on his lips as Hob stares at him, brown eyes lined with black eyeliner, and up close he can see the peek of chest hair from Hob’s shirt, not to mention more hair through ripped jeans. Morpheus bites his tongue, stopping from himself doing absurdly impulsive. 

“Of course I know what a club is, Hob Gadling,” Hob says in an imitation of his voice, rolling his eyes.

“Are your friends that boring?” He asks, annoyed enough by the mimicry to stop ogling. Hob laughs brightly, grinning at him and putting a hand on his arm, and he swallows, feeling Hob’s eyes rake down his mesh shirt and leather pants and boots, expression melting in the changing lights of the club. “What?”

Hob continues to stare, and Morpheus can only see the shadow of Hob’s lashes ― and suddenly Hob’s mouth is on his, a warm hand on his jaw and he exhales, kissing back roughly as he holds onto Hob’s hips, gasping as hands grab his arse to pull him closer to Hob, feeling the bass of the music in his bones as they kiss. 

“So. Yes, your friends are that boring,” he says into Hob’s mouth, feeling the other man groan and he shivers as a hand goes under his shirt, fingers scratching up his spine. 

“Shut up,” Hob whispers as he slots between his legs, and Dream lets out a breath at the hardness he can feel against his own, and his brain stutters at a hand in his hair, tugging it and he moans, pressing against Hob’s warm body.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smay #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #writing #not sfw #a tiny bit anyway #also. hob in eyeliner. impt

[lenreli]

Day 15 - Cherries [Human AU]

[AO3] Same universe as Smapril Day 10 - Hair Pulling, with photographer Dream!

Dream squints, staring through the camera lens as Hob bites a cherry, camera shuttering as he looks through the pictures just taken. He’s almost offended at the way the red is taken in by Hob’s mouth, the glance at him before he closes his eyes to appreciate the fruit. Ever since the moment where he temporarily lost his mind to ask the beautiful man on the street to take photos of him, Dream’s been further perplexed and offended as Hob is just so absurdly photogenic.

“I really don’t see what’s gotten you so constipated about my snack,” Hob says and Dream scowls, taking another series of photos as Hob puts another cherry in his mouth, stem and all, thumb and pointer finger framing his jaw as he eats it, jaw moving. Hob sticks out his tongue, revealing a tied cherry stem, and Dream’s face feels hot, camera digging into his face with how he pulls it in as Hob winks at him.

“It is not the snack,” he mutters, going through the newest photos and still―still! No bad photos. “I am trying to take a bad photo of you,” he scowls down at his camera, the new roll of film already near-full considering how much the burst shots take up.

“Wow. Way to make a guy feel appreciated,” Hob says and Dream tenses, looking up to see sad brown eyes, and he looks back down through his camera roll. 

“You are very photogenic. Even the smallest movements that would be classed as ‘ugly’ or ‘imperfect’ on other people, you still look ― good. It is. Frustrating,” he says slowly, words not enough to describe it.

“... Oh.” Dream looks up, camera moving to take a shot of Hob’s blush, eyelashes covering brown eyes as Hob looks away, the cherry he was going to eat still at his stained lips, tongue reaching out to take it in, and Dream feels hot, cock getting hard under his skinny jeans, and Dream’s glad for the table between them. 

It’s not like he uses the photos to ― get himself off, but the memories, the way Hob smiles, his voice, Dream almost can’t help himself after, always getting so worked up, as much as he tries to ignore it. Which is why, after Hob’s finished his cherries and denigrated about some essays he has to mark for his TA job and has finally left, Dream groans, flopping onto his bed as he undoes his jeans. 

Squeezing his eyes shut, he thinks about how Hob arrived, black leather jacket looking comfy and hot, a difference from all the greens and earthy tones he usually has, mind snapshotting Hob’s laughter, the crinkly-eyed grin on his face Dream works his dick, arching into his hand with a frustrated groan, getting some lube from nearby so it’s easier. 

Gasping at the cold lube, he continues to jerk himself off, thinking of the cherries staining Hob’s lips and tongue, of the cherry stem and Dream whines, thinking of those lips on his cock, of that clever tongue and he orgasms with a moan. 

He’s never really had an opinion on cherries, but after today, he has a new appreciation for them, as Dream cleans himself up with a huff.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smay #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #writing #not sfw #also insp by ferdie being so photogenic that he could be the new 'extremely photogenic man' meme

[lenreli]

Day 28 - Rut | “Well, fuck you too”

[AO3]

Dream gasps, the air knocked out of him as Hob pushes him against the wall, hands clenching his coat lapels. He raises an eyebrow at Hob’s scowl, resisting the urge to smirk. “A bit rude,” he says, more breath being taken out of him as Hob’s clenched hands dig into his chest. 

“You―you frustrating asshole,” Hob hisses, voice low and immediately sparking arousal, not helped by the current position against the wall either.

Dream bats his lashes, feeling Hob’s breath on his face, “it’s not like you were going to use that lecture time for anything significant anyway,” he drawls, heart rate spiking as Hob presses him against the wall ― and Dream has to thank himself that they’re doing this in a bar bathroom, and not on school grounds. Though, school grounds would be cleaner, relatively.

“I was―“ Hob growls, “I can’t believe―“ Hob makes various sounds, and Dream smirks, happy to have made Hob the chatterbox have a loss for words. “Well, fuck you too!” 

Dream blinks and grabs onto Hob’s wrist, moving closer so their noses brush as he bows his head, “please,” he purrs, challenging as he continues to smirk, and Hob has a moment of shock, eyes wide ― then Hob purses his lips before Dream’s being kissed, rough and devouring. A leg slots between his own, a knee pressing into his hard dick and he moans, overwhelmed as Hob bites down his throat.

“The worst―“ Hob mutters insults between the kisses, and Dream whines as Hob’s free hand grips his hip, controlling his groin as they rut against each other.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smay #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #writing #not sfw #antag vibes my beloved #had a big day but still? nice

[lenreli]

Day 11 - Soft Dom

[AO3]

Dream is spiraling when he appears in Hob’s apartment, Hob can see it in the tense way he’s holding himself, eyes wet as they stare at him, and Hob can almost see the thoughts of don’t annoy Hob, he doesn’t need to know and whatever else a concept of dreams with no self-esteem would think as Dream greets him. 

“Dream,” he sighs, standing up so he can hold the other’s hands, tense, but relaxing minutely into his hands as they press into some of the muscles there. Dream sighs, folding in on himself and swaying onto his shoulder, “what do you need?” He asks softly, taking one of his hands to soft black hair. 

“I do not,” Dream struggles, nosing into the stubble on his neck like he can make his way inside Hob’s body, clenching his hand tightly and Hob kisses his hair, gently guiding him to the bedroom. “You said,” Dream frowns, looking up at him as he sits on the bed, still as a statue, “if I was like this, to.”

Hob nods, sitting next to Dream as he fills in the blanks, touching the other’s face gently, “that hard to think nice things of yourself, huh,” Dream frowns, giving him a dejected look at failing one of Hob’s ― well, suggestions, though Dream takes them as orders, commands ― but it’s an easy role for him to fall into, with how he wants to look after Dream, treat the trust given as the treasure it is. “Lie down, sweet.” 

Dream shudders, going a bit more lax as he lies on the bed. 

“Dream,” he smiles, leaning down to give him a kiss, then another and another, until Dream is more focused on those, sharing soft kisses as Dream goes more pliant under him. “So good for me,” he praises and Dream lets out a sound, clutching his jacket lapel tightly. “Now, tell me what you want,” he whispers and Dream only sighs into his mouth.

“It is too loud. I just,” there’s a pause, Dream’s eyes flickering over him and probably inside him in a way, “I want to hear, to feel only you.”

Hob swallows, erection rising at the words, and he puts his own arousal to the side. “Would you want a blindfold?” Dream’s brows furrow as he considers, and Hob’s sure he’d go for it, but eventually he shakes his head in a no, “okay,” Hob hums, thinking idly as he showers Dream with more kisses, nipping down to his pale throat, purple marks soon blooming and Dream squirms as Hob holds onto his hips, “on me, then.” 

Dream jerkily makes his way until he’s on Hob’s lap, throat still bared as Hob continues to bite into it, and there’s a sigh as arms go around his shoulders, Dream going lax on his lap. He can feel fingers dig into his shoulders, Dream undoubtedly wanting to get right into the sex, but he’s been slowly coming around to Hob’s way.

“Tell me,” he asks, pulling down the black shirt so he can mark Dream’s collarbones. 

“I do not,” Dream whines as one of his hands goes under his shirt, skin cool to the touch.

“Surely you must have had some idea since you came to me,” he points out, “do you want more of just this,” he punctuates that with a bite to Dream’s throat, twisting Dream’s nipple and Dream keens, “or something else?”

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smay #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #writing #not sfw #them <3

[lenreli]

Day 7 - Panties

[AO3]

Dream, in his experience, never wears underwear. Which isn’t bad, since well, one less layer to take off, or to disappear. One of his more crass friends, when they met Dream, said that Dream has a face that has never worn underwear and well ― they’re not wrong. And considering Dream is well, King of Dreams and Nightmares etc and all  that, Hob has never thought about it much, too busy appreciating Dream, who, most of the time, stretches out above or below him.

Today, Dream’s looking especially coy as he languidly relaxes on Hob’s bed, and the trust that Dream gives him, to just relax and let Hob lavish attention on him is always heartening. And of course, for Dream to also do that to him, but the mood for now is Dream lying under him, looking under his lashes as Hob kisses him. 

Dream hums, delicate and pale hands threading through his hair as Hob starts to nip down his neck, feeling a steady-made pulse under his lips as he goes down, Dream moaning lightly as Hob takes off the black shirt. “So beautiful,” he says into Dream’s collarbone, looking up to see Dream’s brow twitches.

“I am only a facet,” Dream says and Hob sighs, taking one of Dream’s hands to kiss his wrist. 

“And all facets of you are beautiful,” he says in a mild tone, giving Dream a look. Dream blinks slowly and Hob continues to kiss and nip his way down the other’s chest, looking at the blossoming marks as he licks a pink nipple, beard scraping across Dream’s chest so he can bite the other one, feeling Dream gasp, hands clenching his hair tightly. 

Focused on Dream’s pebbling nipples, his hands trail down to Dream’s pants, undoing them swiftly, and Dream huffs, a sound he doesn’t understand ― until, instead of touching soft skin and hair, there’s ― lace? Confused, he looks down, brain refusing to comprehend the dark red panties he can see. 

Stroking the lace as his mind gets around the absurd idea, he feels Dream shiver, the lace darkening under his fingers as he pulls down Dream’s jeans, thumb stroking Dream’s cunt which he can feel under it, fascinated as the panties get wetter, the sounds and feels of Dream’s shudders and moans faint beneath the blood rushing in his own ears. 

“Hob,” Dream whines, arching into his hand.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smay #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #writing #not sfw #had to put the line in abt his face gfhghfg

[lenreli]

Day 27 - 24/7 (Human AU)

[AO3]

Hob has some regrets. Today, though, he mainly regrets letting Morpheus, best friend and long-time crush, stay in his place while ― something, he forgets at the moment. Mainly due to the shower running, and the knowledge that Morpheus is behind that door, naked. 

Many regrets, he thinks while he watches the TV absently. Especially regarding the new roommate, who will be living there 24/7 until Morpheus goes back to his own apartment. 

The bathroom door opens, but Hob keeps his eyes on the TV, retaining nothing as he hears Morpheus sigh, and soon enough there’s something next to him, smelling of his own citrus body wash. “Thank you,” Morpheus says, a constant phrase since the many hours of moving in, and Hob finally looks at Morpheus, freshly showered, hair curly and wavy, comfy in an oversized black jumper and pants and Hob’s hands twitch, so he puts them under his thighs. 

“Of course,” he rasps, pulling his eyes away from the other’s soft demeanour, still retaining nothing from the TV with Morpheus a length of warmth beside him. 

There’s a sigh, and then even more warmth as Morpheus ends up curling into his side, “Hob,” Morpheus says quietly, and Hob feels hot, affection and arousal rising and swirling as Morpheus’s arms wind around his arm, the other’s black hair on his shoulder and Hob swallows.

“Yes?” He manages as he’s snuggled into, legs curling up to his thighs, unable to look away Morpheus blinks up at him, eyelashes so very long while this close. Hob’s pulse beats madly as Morpheus’s chin digs into his shoulder, and Hob gulps as Morpheus licks his lips.

“Would you forgive me, if I lied?” Morpheus whispers, a hand unwinding itself from his arm to hold his face, a thumb stroking his stubble, and Hob blinks. 

“Lied? About what?” He asks, breathless as Morpheus continues to stroke his jaw and up to his cheek. 

“Many things,” Morpheus answers, other hand moving to his chest, touch hot as it slowly goes down, and Hob whimpers, eyes widening as Morpheus opens his legs. “Perhaps nothing happened to my apartment. Perhaps I just wanted to spend time with you,” Morpheus says, lips close to his own, and Hob breathes in sharply, clutching at Dream’s loose black jumper, mouth drying as his desperate clutch pulls at the jumper, revealing pale skin and collarbones that Hob can’t look away from. “Perhaps,” Morpheus shivers as Hob’s other hand goes under the jumper, touching a pale stomach. 

“Perhaps?” He whines as Morpheus’s hand goes into his hair, stroking his temples softly as Morpheus ends up on his lap, other hand unzipping his pants. Hob thinks that maybe he’s fallen asleep on the couch, that is can’t be real as dilated blue eyes stare at him.

“Perhaps I just ― wanted, to do something, about this,” Morpheus’s voice is deep and he shivers as Morpheus kisses him.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smay #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #writing #not sfw #didn't mean to get carried away gfhfghg #the vibes said building up tension today i guess

[lenreli]

Day 22 - “Are you going to behave now” [Human AU]

[AO3]

Dream shivers, his finger breaching his entrance, the lube cold as he listens carefully for his roommate ― Hob, who’s out at work, but even still, considering he’s on Hob’s bed, surrounded by the lemon and bergamot, the sunshine Hob brings with him, and he moans quietly, putting another finger inside. Curled up on the bed, his face in Hob’s sheets, his heart races as he stretches himself. 

It’s not like he makes a habit out of doing this, but he’d like to say it’s Hob’s fault. Well ― Hob was on the phone, talking to someone, which he wasn’t listening to as he sketched an assignment for class absent-mindedly. And then Hob’s tone of voice went ― annoyed, commanding, as the person he was talking to, catching Dream’s attention immediately as Hob groans in annoyance. 

“Just―don’t do anything,” Hob had said as he’d put his jacket on, irritation obvious as he left the apartment with a bang of the door. 

Dream whines, eyes squeezed shut as he imagines it’s Hob’s hands, more callused than his own, stretching him and brushing against his prostate, dark brown eyes watching him, directing him even, in that commanding tone that when Dream heard, maybe going are you going to behave now, because he’d love to―he could only think of getting himself off, arousal zinging through him and― 

Hob’s bedroom door opens and Dream freezes, hanging on the precipice of coming as he looks up to see Hob, whose eyebrows are very high as Hob steps into the room. His fingers press against his prostate and he lets out a whimper, which he tries to muffle, like Hob could not see him if he could be quiet― and Hob just stares at him. 

“Don’t stop on my account,” Hob says, voice lower and Dream moans, hiding his heated face in Hob’s sheets, hearing Hob walk up to the bed, the jingle of keys being put on the bedside table. Dream looks up, face half hidden as he stares up at Hob, shivering at the dark gaze on him, having him so close. Hob licks his lips and kneels by the bed, and he gasps at a hand in his hair, stroking it lightly. “Did you accidentally walk into the wrong room?” 

Hob tilts his head and Dream’s cock leaks as Hob tugs on his hair, demanding an answer and he cries out, shaking his head, words beyond him.

“What are you waiting for?” Hob asks, hand in his hair going down to his cheekbone and Dream shivers, looking up imploringly at Hob like he can glean the answers from that ― which, Hob is actually very talented at, considering the exhale from Hob, like understanding. “Oh. Me?” The other man’s lips twitch into a smile. “Go on then,” Hob whispers, eyes on his face, then sliding down to watch as Dream works himself into a shuddering orgasm, Hob’s hand on his face and gaze prickling his skin as he does.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smay #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #writing #not sfw #smth a bit lowkey esp considering yesterday's was 1k gfhjhghjf

[lenreli]

Day 20 - Reunion

[AO3]

As Hob kisses Dream in his home, he never would’ve thought an ordinary day would end in his old stranger arriving at the Inn with a smile, never would’ve imagined getting his name, or being called friend ― or, even this, which he’s only thought about in passing, as he Dream allows himself to be pushed against the wall, pale hands running through his hair as they share consuming kisses. 

“My stranger,” he rasps, his own hands going under Dream’s black shirt, feeling only luke-warm skin, not a trace of hair as Dream bites and licks into his mouth like he can nest inside, “I’ve missed you.” 

This, at least, gets his friend to stop, hands framing his face as black eyes full of galaxies and stars look back at him, “and I you, Hob,” he shivers at the use of his name, hearing it from that deep voice after centuries, can only kiss Dream again as the other’s hands rove over his body, playing with the lapels of his leather jacket before they trail down his shirt, then pants. “May I?” Dream asks quietly, voice echoing through his bones anyway.

Hob has a feeling ― that Dream would’ve gladly just taken before, but now there’s something that’s changed, but he can’t think on it, as he nods, one of his hands leaving Dream’s smooth skin to grip soft black hair. “Yes,” he whispers at the touch of a hand on his clothed prick, hard on rising under the other’s hand, Dream’s free hand going around his waist as they continue to kiss, and Dream lets out a moan as he pulls on black hair. 

“Hob,” Dream pleas, sounding breathless even though he’s yet to feel Dream breathe. His pleasure circles higher as Dream’s hand goes inside his pants, cupping his cock and he whines, head falling back as Dream nips at his throat. “Touch me,” Dream asks, and even though they’re wrapped up in each other, a part of him still feels Dream is untouchable, pristine, even as Dream grinds against body. 

His hand, pressing against Dream’s stomach as Dream strokes him, slowly moves down, and the skinny jeans simply unzip, like magic as his hands passes over it, feeling a hardness under his hand.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smay #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #writing #not sfw #they

[lenreli]

Day 18 - Tattoos

[AO3]

Dream stares down at Hob’s skin, at the various scars from weapons, and―”you have a tattoo,” he points out, tracing the faded tattoo on Hob’s hip, autumn leaves in a gust of wind and Hob huffs. 

“I have many, though some stay around better than others,” Hob says taking Dream’s hand to his right thigh, and Dream has a moment of appreciation, that he can do this at all, as he traces the tattoo that Hob led him to, “though this one was just an impulse one from a very hot tattooist,” Hob mentions, grinning widely and Dream pouts, pressing into the the cursive tattoo, mainly covered in body hair, word unrecognisable. 

“Any others?” He asks with a scowl, watching Hob’s cock harden near his fingers.

“Hot tattooists? Definitely,” Hob says brightly, and Dream pinches the other’s thigh, and Hob just laughs.

“You better not be thinking about those while I am here,” Dream says. 

“Of course not,” Hob says softly, hands reaching out to pull him down into a kiss, soft and sweet, slowly going down his clothed form and under his black shirt. Dream strokes Hob’s cock, feeling him buck into his hand. “None of those other people are as dreamy as you,” Hob says breathlessly. 

“I should leave just for that,” he retorts, biting his lip to stop the smile as he presses the slit of Hob’s cock, who whines and shudders. 

“I do―I do have a tattoo representing you, actually,” Hob says, and Dream’s unimpressed by the other’s coherence, even if he’s interested by what was said. Hob takes his free hand and puts it on his chest, hair thick under his fingers, “it was a while ago, so it faded away, but there was your ruby, right here,” Dream shakes, feeling Hob’s heart under his hand and he can only lean down to kiss Hob deeply.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smay #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #writing #not sfw #brain was not co-operating bc my other fic gfhgfjgjgg #but anyways. they

[lenreli]

Day 13 - Collar

[AO3]

Dream’s wearing a choker ― three black bands, joined by a smaller strip of black, with an O-ring on the centre of the middle band. Hob is ― he’s fine, definitely not obsessed with it at all. Entirely not thinking about tugging him closer by it and― 

“Hob,” he startles, looking up to see Dream’s raised eyebrow, “you are not listening, are you?” Dream asks, amused and his face feels hot as Dream tilts his head, a finger coming up to loop through the O-ring on the collar and Hob’s fingers twitch, putting them in his pockets so he won’t replace the finger with his own. 

“Distracted,” he manages once he looks away, mind’s eye still showing Dream's throat, pale with the collar as a contrast. 

“I do not get how a new piece of attire would distract you so,” Dream purrs, tone revealing otherwise as well as suddenly a lot closer and his heart jumps into his throat at Dream right next to him, almost on top of him, eyes black and starry. “It is only a collar.”

Hob makes a sound as Dream strokes his face, tongue-tied with the weight of a black hole staring at him, “i―” he chokes, seeing Dream’s tiny smirk up close as his brain tries to catch up, and at a point he goes to instinct, a finger going through the O-ring to tug Dream forward, feeling Dream’s catch of breath as Hob licks his dry lips. “It can be more than a collar.” 

Dream slowly blinks at him, and he can feel the weight of the other being settling on him, unable to look away from Dream’s face, from his neck, “can it?”

“But that―we should―talk. More. About it,” he stumbles, whimpering as Dream grinds down, arousal firing as he realises how hard he is, brain still too taken up with the collar on Dream’s throat. 

“Should we?” Dream breathes, their noses brushing, “right now?”

“Later,” he squeaks, pulling Dream in for a kiss by the collar, Dream holding his face, and Hob feels overwhelmed, surrounded as they kiss, arousal and bliss sparking as Dream continues to bear down on his cock. One of Dream’s hands winds down his body, and he keens as the hand, luke-warm and strong, cups his dick, then goes into his pants to stroke it.

Hob gasps, pulling the collar and Dream lets out a tiny moan as he licks down to the collar, biting the marble skin above it, the thin strips of white skin as Hob comes. 

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smay #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #writing #not sfw #body and brain bad. pls give me android body #but anyways. dream. collars. yes

[lenreli]

Day 10 - Morning [Human AU]

[AO3]

Hob wakes with a shudder, moaning as he ― opening his eyes, he stares down to see Dream’s fingers inside him, feeling them stretch and press against his prostate. “Dream,” he whines, feeling Dream hum on top of him as the fingers move, and there’s an emptiness, an aching stretch of nothing with nothing inside.

Blearily watching, he sees Dream get one of his strap-ons, putting it on efficiently and coating it with lube, and Hob gasps, bucking into Dream’s cock as it enters him, Tearing his eyes away, he whines, pulling Dream down to kiss him, with Dream mainly being focused on his arse, pale hands clenching his hips tightly as Dream gets into a rhythm, air being punched out of him at the feeling of Dream’s cock, the growing buzz of arousal.

“G’morning,” he croaks, mind whiting out as Dream’s goes harder, pressing into his prostate. “What brought this―“ he gasps, orgasm taking him by surprise, though it’s probably not difficult with most of his brain still waking up as Dream takes his cock out, come coating the both of them as Dream gives him a perfunctory kiss.

“You look beautiful in the morning,” Dream says simply, voice rough and Hob laughs, holding Dream close by black hair, while his other goes to Dream’s cunt, slick and puffy and Dream keens as his fingers skin in.

“And so do you,” he whispers, staring fondly up at Dream’s face, blue eyes highlighted by the morning light, dark hair with only a few streaks of grey compared to his own.

“Stop being sappy,” Dream mutters between whines as he slowly brings Dream to orgasm.

“If you didn’t want me to be sappy, you would’n’t’ve married me,” he points out with a grin, Dream’s hands going to chest hair to grasp it tightly, kneading it as Dream whines and shivers.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smay #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #writing #not sfw #sometimes you just need sappy idiots

[lenreli]

Day 6 - Sunshine [Human AU]

[AO3]

Hob may be a bit better regarding some things, but at his heart, he is ― a bastard. Especially with the pale, goth make-up artist who has to deal with him for the current thing he’s filming. Another make-up artist told him that the goth’s name is Dream, and Hob delights in being under his intense gaze while gory make-up gets applied to him.

And really, he’s going to get changed into another outfit soon anyway, the white singlet and short-shorts are going to become, bloody track-pants or something, considering what’s being filmed today. Dream, with his wild hair and ringed fingers, gets a glimpse of him as he enters the trailer, and Hob only hides his glee because, well, actor, as Dream’s eyes widen, brush in his hand clattering to the floor as eyes follow up his body. 

“So, what's the plan for today?” He asks with a smile, probably as bright as the sun beating down on back of him as Dream opens and shuts his mouth, and he can tell when Dream realised he dropped his brush due to the growing red on Dream’s face as it’s picked up.

“The plan,” Dream says, eyes somewhere on his legs, “the plan,” Dream repeats and Hob thinks fondly of the obvious interest in Dream’s face when he first appeared for make-up for a bullet wound on his shoulder. Dream couldn’t look away from his chest as the make-up was applied.

“Yes, my body is your canvas for whatever we’re doing today,” he says sweetly, and Dream’s eyes widen even more, face going even redder as Hob leans against the trailer door frame. Dream swallows, licking his lips before turning away abruptly, and Hob watches him in the trailer mirror as Dream goes over what’s needed for today, ducking his head as he gets out the needed things. 

“Here,” Dream says crisply, voice low and Hob hums, closing the trailer door as he sits on the make-up chair, crossing his legs. “You,” Dream clutches his brush tightly, blue eyes overtaken by dilated pupils, and Hob blinks innocently in response. 

“Me?” 

Dream licks his lips again, and Hob watches the other’s ears and throat go red, and Hob ponders if the blush will go down further. 

Resting his arm on the arm rest, he puts his face in his hand, looking down Dream’s black-clad body, specifically at his groin, seeing a bulge under the skinny jeans. “Are you okay?” He asks, meeting Dream’s eyes once again.

Dream lets out a twisted sound, and Dream crashes onto him, biting into his mouth, and Hob returns the kiss enthusiastically as Dream settles in his lap, hands clutching his singlet tightly before they start roving, up to his beard, all the way down to his legs, Dream moaning into him as they kiss.

Hob moans as Dream grinds down on him, frenzied and bringing his own arousal up as he pants into the other’s mouth, getting a hand into Dream’s skinny jeans, and Dream whines as his hand strokes and pulls his cock, sharing messy kisses as he strokes Dream to completion, watching raptly as Dream shivers and moans. 

Dream clings to him, one hand clinging to his thigh, the other to his arm as Dream pants ― and suddenly there’s a knock at the door, “how much longer?” Someone asks and Dream freezes.

“Raincheck?” He whispers, cupping Dream’s jaw for a tiny kiss and Dream nods, reluctantly slipping off of Hob, patting himself down as Dream takes a deep breath and answers.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smay #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #writing #not sfw #got a bit carried away #hopefully i'll also manage to write a bit of other things today too *glares at self*