"Do you trust me?" Dream asked. His voice was muffled by the pillow most of his face was buried in, but Hob could still hear the uncertainty creeping in.
Hob made a point of cuddling closer, nuzzling into the back of Dream's neck as he pulled him to his chest.
"With my life, if it were still up for grabs."
Dream was silent a moment. When he spoke, his voice was small, barely more than a whisper.
"Why?"
"Because you're my friend. Because you've trusted me, with so much."
"But I have caused you such pain. Revelled in it, once."
"And it's nothing to the joy, the pleasure, of simply having your company now. And more besides."
At this, Hob dropped a kiss to Dream's neck. When he spoke again, it was through a barely contained grin. "And anyways, a bit of pain's half the fun, if you're doing it right."
Smurch: Day 10 | Car | “Let’s see how much you can take.” | 460 words
Tags: riding, PDA, car sex
In Hob’s quest to expose Dream to human delights, he’d taken them to a drive-in movie theater. It’s something he himself hadn’t entertained in a couple decades, but after seeing a poster advertising a marathon of Hitchcock’s classics in the month of October, Hob couldn’t resist.
He’d explained to Dream how it all worked, how everyone parks and turns the radio to a set station where the audio for the film was broadcasting, and then settles back into the comfort of your seats while watching the film silently projected onto a massive canvas.
Dream had hummed, vaguely interested, but he complied nonetheless, sitting properly in the passenger seat and viewing the black and white images through the windshield of Hob’s humble Volkswagen.
Hob should have known it wouldn’t be that easy to keep the Dream Lord’s attention focused singularly on a movie. Especially as Hob’s own thoughts began to drift… remembering a time in the mid 60s when he’d been on a date very similar to this one, to see… something, Hob couldn’t remember. He wasn’t exactly paying much attention to the screening.
Which was how he’d found himself in the backseat of his own car, his pants down to his knees and holding onto a lapful of Dream.
Dream kissed Hob like he intended to crawl inside him, tongue shoving inelegantly down his throat and pressing himself chest-to-chest as he bounced on Hob’s dick. The radio continued playing the film’s audio, the windows were fogging up, and Hob knew the car must’ve been rocking back and forth by now, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not when his hands found purchase on Dream’s ass and squeezed, spreading him wider and encouraging him to pick up the pace, swallowing Dream’s moans, feeling his weeping cock begin to rub against Hob’s stomach.
“Hob,” Dream cried, his lips never leaving Hob’s face, moving along his jaw up to bite at his ear. “Not enough– I need–”
“What do you need, love?” Hob gasped, removing one hand from Dream’s shaking ass to roughly slide up his back, rucking up his shirt in the process and digging his fingernails into his ribs.
Dream groaned, his head tipping back and exposing his long throat, tempting Hob to latch his mouth onto the pretty, unmarked skin there. But all Hob could do was stare, amazed as always how such a devastatingly gorgeous creature could choose him over and over again.
“More.” Dream exhaled. His hands on Hob’s shoulders gripped roughly and pulled. Hob followed along with a yelp, suddenly finding himself bridged over Dream, who wiggled against the seat’s cushions to lay comfortably on his back.
“You’re amazing,” Hob gasped, resituating himself, grabbing Dream’s legs and encouraging them over his shoulders. “Let’s see how much you can take.”
Seeing as I have already written a bunch of these and may or may not post one every day, I decided to make a masterpost for all the short filth I've been writing this March lmao. All fills are 200 words or less so they're quick reads! 😁
All completed prompts are Dreamling, except:
Day 16: Johanna/Lucienne
Day 19 + Day 21: Corinthian/Hob
Fills:
Day 5 - “Open Up” | Secrets | Deep (Dreamling)
Day 6 - “I can wait.” | Lube | Licking (Dreamling)
Day 7 - “On your knees” | Scratches | Outdoors (Dreamling
Day 8 - "Tell me what you want." | Naked | Kneeling
Day 9 - "You look so pretty like this." | Chain | Pillow
Day 10 - "Let's see how much you can take" | bite marks | car
Day 11 - “People are staring at us” | candles | lips
wanted a break from (not) working on my wips, so here's a teensy little smurch snippet very loosely interpreting the day 13 prompts: degrading, praise, and "Shut up." "Make me."
prompt list from @staroftheendless
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"Are you going to shut me up, or will I have to get you to make me?" Hob asked from his position knelt at Dream's feet, Dream's hand buried in his hair.
"You think highly of your abilities," Dream spoke, tone level, not rising to the bait. "But your silence is not up to me—it is you who will not get what you want if you cannot control yourself."
Dream continued to card through Hob's hair, an oh-so-gentle tease of what Hob knows—hopes—is to come.
"And what is it I want?"
Dream's fist tightened in his hair, and a shiver ran down Hob's spine.
skin | surprise | "You want me and you know it." • 794 words • Smurch fill list
tags: human AU, coffeeshop AU, storage room blowjobs, right in front of the scones, the pining is mutual they're just idiots
“A crop top, Hob? Really?”
“It’s called fashion, sweetie. Look it up.”
Morpheus dumped a bag of beans into the industrial grinder and hit the button, wincing at the noise. He hated opening. He was emphatically not a morning person.
His coworker Hob, on the other hand, was both a morning person and a seemingly incurable optimist. He loved his job, loved their customers, loved trying new things. Including, apparently, very fashion-forward clothing choices for six o’clock in the morning on a cloudy Tuesday.
Morpheus did not like customers, or small talk, or new things, or much of anything about his job aside from dialing in the espresso machine and baking scones. Coffee and baking were predictable. Reliable. There were rules, and if you followed the rules, good things resulted. He appreciated that.
And he appreciated Hob. He appreciated his coworker quite a lot, in fact; perhaps more than was reasonable for a professional setting. He especially appreciated the extra skin on display as Hob stood on tiptoe, his colorful cropped T-shirt riding up as he stretched high to write the special of the day on the chalkboard.
“I am merely pointing out,” Morpheus said, shutting off the grinder, “that it may not be the most appropriate choice for work.”
“Uh huh. And I am merely pointing out,” said Hob over his shoulder, “that you want me and you know it.”
“I think you – what?” Morpheus’s mouth snapped shut as Hob’s actual words registered.
“You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”
He turned to face Morpheus and leaned against the counter. The space they were inhabiting, between the espresso machine and the cash register, suddenly felt very small.
Morpheus opened his mouth to protest. Nothing came out. He closed it again.
“And… if I said…” he licked his lips nervously and Hob’s eyes darted down to catch the movement. “If I said you… weren’t wrong?”
Hob pushed himself off the counter and took a step toward him.
“Then I’d probably say…” His voice was low and teasing and sent a thrill down Morpheus’s back. “I’d say there’s a big, mostly empty storage room downstairs. And I’d say that the front door is still locked and we don’t actually open for another twenty five minutes.” He took another step, until they were standing practically toe to toe. “And then I’d ask if I could kiss you.”
Morpheus answered by leaning forward, grabbing a handful of the shirt that had apparently started all this, and pressing his mouth to Hob’s. The kiss was fierce and messy and weeks of longing and not-so-thoroughly tamped-down arousal bubbled under his skin like hot coffee.
Five minutes later they were in the downstairs storage room, and Morpheus’s cock was so deep down Hob’s throat that he thought he might die.
“Why – didn’t you say something – sooner?” he gasped, then immediately regretted the question when Hob pulled off him to answer. His eyes were a little glassy and a thin strand of drool connected his bottom lip to the tip of Morpheus’s prick, which a distant semi-functional part of Morpheus’s brain filed away as the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
“Why didn’t you?” asked Hob hoarsely. “I know you’ve been staring at my arse since Easter at least. I thought I was being pretty damn flirty.”
“I…” Morpheus didn’t know what to say. I’m shy and awkward and everything makes me uncomfortable while you seem to swim through life with the grace of an otter was probably too much. I didn’t think you were flirting with me because you kind of flirt with everybody, likewise. How am I supposed to have a conversation or open the shop in eighteen minutes when all I can think about is the sight of your lips around my cock and all I want to do is come in your mouth and drag you down with me and smell of you for days was a serious contender. “I don’t know.”
His hips twitched forward of their own accord and Hob smiled with those glossy, spit-wet lips.
“Well,” he said, and leaned back in, dragging a deliberate tongue slowly along the hard, needy length of Morpheus’s prick, a wide swipe from root to tip that drew a surprised and whimpering fuck from his mouth. “Why don’t you think about that for a minute while I’m down here?”
Then he sucked him all the way back down and Morpheus couldn’t think about anything for quite a long while.
There was an angry comment on the shop’s Facebook page later that day, all about how they’d been half an hour late to open that morning, with no note left on the door or anything. But neither Morpheus nor Hob could bring themselves to care.
im so sad to see smurch ending they were so good 😭😩
Awww thank you anon, I'm so glad you enjoyed them! 💖💖 I hope you got to check out some other writer's amazing fills too!
I am also sad to see smurch go, but!!! I grew attached to a few of the prompts and I am going to be gauging interest to see if anyone wants to see some of them continued into full fledged fics, so stay tuned for a tumblr poll in the near future!
toys | touch | "Right here. Right now." • 348 words • Smurch fill list
tags: human AU, dancing, semi-public sex, consent is sexy even in club bathrooms (maybe especially in club bathrooms)
The music thumps and pounds as Hob dances. It’s a physical thing moving through the crowd, springing from body to body, into his brain, his veins, his muscles. He is lost in the sensation and the sound as the lights flash and the dance floor heaves around him.
But not so lost that he doesn’t notice the pale stranger coming toward him through the crowd. Not so lost that he overlooks those cheekbones, or the artful mess of dark hair, or the steely blue-grey eyes locked on his.
They circle each other, already moving in sync. Hob feels a trickle of sweat start at the nape of his neck.
He holds up his hand, raises an eyebrow. Universal sign language for Can I touch you? The stranger nods and guides Hob’s hand to his waist; winds his own arms around broader shoulders. He is all sinew and bone, covered by sheer silk. Hob pulls him close and they grind together. For a long moment all that exists is the music and the places where their bodies touch.
He feels the stranger’s fingers at the back of his neck. They come away with the glint of clinging sweat droplets, and Hob watches, hypnotized, as he brings his fingers to his mouth, as an unfairly pink tongue licks away every drop.
A minute later, the bathroom door slams behind them as they crash inside together.
The music is muted, but the rhythm still seeps through the walls, pounds in time with the runaway beat of Hob’s heart. His hands are buried in the stranger’s hair and the stranger’s hands are burrowing beneath his shirt and brushing down the jumping muscles of his belly to the button of his jeans and the stranger’s mouth is hot and wet and wanting.
“Are you sure?” he pulls back just far enough to ask. He has to be sure. “Right here? Right now? Are you sure?”
“Yes,” his stranger moans, and presses so close that Hob can feel the hard outline of his dick through denim and leather. “Right here. Right now. Touch me.”
