Hob sometimes forgets just how old Dream is. That his boyfriend is literally billions of years old. Their understanding of time is just different. Usually, it's not that much of a problem, Dream is usually good at understanding how much time Hob means when he says,'I'll be done in a bit.' And Hob now knows that when he Dream says he will be 'away for a little longer than usual' that can mean any time from a few months to up to several decades, and he will need to clarify.
But sometimes they both forget.
Like during sex.
Like one memorable time, Dream just want Hob to sit on his face, to let Dream eat his pussy 'for a little while.'
Hob forgot that Dream is billions of years old.
Dream forgets that Hob is just halfway through his first millennium.
By the time Dream stops the pillow and sheets under him are soaked, Hobs pussy is red and swollen and Hob is all but unresponsive.
(Hob loved every moment of it.)
Obsessed with this. I like to think that Dream ignores time even more because Time is his father, and it's like a way of saying 'fuck you' to his deadbeat dad.
Anyway. Hob totally could have told Dream to stop, or called for help, or done something about the situation. But he figured that Dream clearly NEEDED that 48 hour session on Hob’s pussy, so he just let it happen. He was totally having a great time! Yeah he nearly collapsed from dehydration and he's going to need 2 weeks off sick from work, but it was soooo worth it for the orgasms. Hob feels like he met god. Dream is mortified. It WILL happen again.
A very silly fic based on a convo I had with @gabessquishytum about Dream being an idiot but in a gender affirming way lol
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Hob felt like a teenager in a lifetime movie, but he was choosing to lean into it.
Gripping the bathroom sink with both hands, he stared himself down in the mirror. “You can do this,” he said to his reflection, “You deserve to live your truth. You love yourself. Even if things don’t go the way you want, you’ll survive it. You’re sexy and you know it.”
Nodding to himself, he turned away from the mirror and began pacing his flat, looking for anything left to clean or organize.
He was going to come out to his boyfriend today.
It had been two months since he and Dream became official. They had known each other in some capacity for much longer. They shared a lot of mutual friends, but for a long time Dream didn’t tend to join large group get-togethers, so Hob only saw him occasionally. Then this past semester they had both ended up in a class together for the first time. Despite studying vastly different subjects, this particular course was required and both had managed to miss it when they were underclassmen. And now, as they entered their final year of university, they both needed to complete it in order to graduate. Drawn to any remotely familiar face, they had sat together, and then started talking more, and then slowly fallen for each other.
The past months had been amazing, full of sweet dates and kisses and hand holding and Dream being nothing but understanding when Hob hesitated to go any farther. But Hob wanted to go farther, had been burning out of his skin with the need to touch every part of Dream and be touched in return.
He just… needed to let Dream know what to expect when he took his clothes off.
Stalking through the living room, he moved the books on his coffee table this way and that, as if it would make any sort of difference. It’s not like it was the first time Hob had let someone know he was a trans man. He’s had plenty of experience sharing that part of his life, with family, and friends, and hookups. It’s gone good, and bad, and all the levels in between.
So why was he so nervous about telling Dream?
He was being ridiculous. It’s not like he was worried about Dream hurting him or anything…
Groaning, he put his head in his hands and allowed himself to turn and flop face-down onto the couch. What a world he lived in, where he consciously felt grateful to not worry about being murdered. Sometimes he hated everything.
With a sigh, he pushed himself up, shaking his head and aggressively re-fluffing the pillows he had flattened with his brief pessimism. He wasn’t going to think about the world right now. This was just about him and Dream and their relationship. And, optimism aside- even just being logical and realistic in a way he so rarely was- he didn’t think things would go badly, per say. Dream was gay, and had always been an open supporter and ally for the trans community. Worst case scenario, even if Dream decided he didn’t want to date someone with Hob’s body, he was certain they could remain friends.
Turning on his heel, Hob speed walked to the kitchen and began wiping down the counters for the third time.
Could they stay friends? He wanted to say yes, to say they could move on from this little bump in the road, but the truth was, even after such a short amount of time, if they broke up Hob would be heartbroken. He had fallen hard for Dream… could he really go back to being friends with him after knowing what it was like to kiss him and hold him? What if it was too much, hurt too badly to take that step back, and then he lost not only his boyfriend, but his best friend? And their lives were so entwined, they shared much of the same friend group, would he lose them, too? Choosing Dream over him because Hob was clearly the one being ridiculous and overemotional?
Catastrophizing, a voice that sounded suspiciously like his therapist rang in his head.
He nearly jumps out of his skin at the tentative knock on his door, glancing at the clock to see that, yes, he has spent the entire morning worrying and fussing and it is in fact the time he asked Dream to come over.
Hob honest to God straightens his shirt. As though that will help.
What does help is opening the door and seeing the subtle way Dream brightens. No matter how stoic he tries to be, Dream has always been terrible at hiding how very fond he is of Hob, something Hob is eternally grateful for. It’s nice to have the reassurance. Especially now.
“Hello Hob,” he smiles, giving him a quick peck as Hob gestures for him to enter. He takes two steps inside before halting, raising an eyebrow as he glances around Hob’s impeccable flat. He’s been here before, he knows this isn’t the usual state of things. “It seems you were productive today.”
Hob laughed nervously, which only made Dream turn his gaze to look at him curiously, “Ah, yeah, you know, the motivation just sort of hit, haha.”
Dream frowned slightly, “Are you alright?”
Nodding rapidly, Hob starts herding Dream into the living room, “Yeah, absolutely, I just-” Dream allows him to gently push him to sit on the couch, “I mean, I am fine, there’s just something I wanted to talk to you about,” he paces in front of Dream for a moment as his boyfriend’s head moves to follow him silently, “And it’s nothing bad. Or, or at least I don’t think it is. It just… it just is, y’know?”
He turns back to look at Dream and finds him staring, blinking slowly in carefully reigned in confusion, “No. I don’t know. What’s going on?”
Hob released a shuddering breath, dropping down to sit a respectable distance away from Dream on the couch. “Okay, I…” Hob wrung his hands together, “I had a whole speech planned, but I didn’t write it down and now I can’t remember any of my talking points, so I… I’m just gonna say it.”
Dream nodded, brow furrowed in concern as Hob closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“I’m transgender.”
Even just saying the words made his chest feel lighter. It was out in the open now. Whatever happened, happened.
And what happened was Dream reaching out to gently cover his tense hands with one of his own.
“Thank you for telling me.”
Opening his eyes, Hob looked over, and his breath caught in his chest at the soft smile Dream was giving him, the one he only showed Hob, “I know that must have been hard,” Dream continued, running his thumb over Hob’s knuckles, “thank you for trusting me with that.”
“So,” Hob’s voice was breathless, a smile slowly creeping onto his face, “So you’re okay with it?”
“Of course!” Dream took both of Hob’s hands into his, eyes wide and anxious in a way Hob had come to recognize meant he was afraid of being misunderstood, “Of course I’m okay with it! I’m sorry if I ever made you think I wouldn’t be. I l-...” He swallowed thickly, “I care about you so much, Hob. This doesn’t change that at all.”
Hob couldn’t help the warmth that spread through him at the cut off confession. Dream had warned him of his struggles with love, especially with “falling too fast”. Despite Hob reassuring him that Hob also had a history of falling far faster than some would deem reasonable, Dream still tiptoed around it, always wary of scaring Hob off. So it meant something that he had come so close to slipping.
“I care about you, too,” Hob leaned forward to press his forehead against Dream’s shoulder, letting out a relieved laugh, “God, I was so nervous!”
Dream pet his hair, “Understandable. I know it’s a big deal. But I promise you have nothing to worry about.”
For a few minutes they stay pressed together, Dream a comforting presence as Hob let the adrenaline bleed from him. When he finally pulled back, they smiled at each other. Before he had a chance to lean in to kiss him, Dream spoke again.
“So,” he tilted his head questioningly, “should I use she/her pronouns from now on?”
Hob could feel the record scratch in his brain.
He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Shook his head, “What?”
Dream frowned, “I just meant in private. I wouldn’t change pronouns in public if you’re not ready for that. I’d never want to out you. Although I’d be more than happy to support you whenever you want to begin social transitioning.”
“Transitioning?” Hob was still waiting for his brain to restart. He felt like he was in the twilight zone. Dream was smart, Dream was studying astrophysics, there was simply no way-
“I’m sorry,” Dream bit his lip nervously, “I don’t mean to make assumptions. I just want to make sure that when we’re together I refer to you as you want. Would you prefer they/them? She/they?”
“What? No. What??” Hob shook his head rapidly as he realized that no, this wasn’t a dream, this was actually happening, “No, Dream, it’s the other way around!”
“...They/she?”
“No!” And even as he yelled the word, Hob’s face split into a grin and he burst out laughing. Dream blinked in confusion, looking like he didn’t know whether to be offended or not, and it only made Hob laugh harder.
“Dream, babe, sweetheart,” Hob gasped for breath, trying to pull himself together and failing, “I’m a trans man! I’ve already transitioned, that’s what I was trying to tell you!”
For a moment Dream just stared, blinking slowly like a cat. Like a particularly dumb orange cat.
“... He/him, then?”
All Hob could do was keep laughing.
Slowly, Dream began to giggle too, which only made Hob laugh harder, which made Dream laugh, and the vicious cycle continued until they were both doubled over with tears on their faces.
“You are the smartest person I know, how are you such a himbo?” Hob exclaimed.
“Shut up!” Dream shoved him playfully, “I was being supportive!”
Hob couldn’t resist. He threw himself forward, tackling Dream back onto the couch, allowing himself to lay on top of him as he kissed him clumsily, barely suppressing his grin enough to press their lips together, “God, I love you so much.”
A laugh caught in Dream’s throat, his eyes widening. Hob doesn’t want to pressure him, so he smiles, leaning in to rub their noses together, coaxing a soft giggle from him. He just wants to make him comfortable in the wake of a confession that he knows is a lot for Dream, he’s not expecting anything back right now.
He thinks maybe it’s that sentiment that allows Dream to look up at him and reply, “I love you, too.”
“Yeah?” Hob grinned, leaning back so he is sitting up and stradling Dream’s hips, “Even though- and I can’t believe I have to say this outloud but now I have to make absolutely sure you understand- I have a cunt?”
Dream sputtered, face flushing at Hob’s bluntness. And yet, even as he pouts, he nods, “Yes. I love you, however you are.”
“You would love me if I was a worm?” Hob teased.
Dream nodded solemnly, replying completely seriously, “I would love you if you were a worm.”
Hob’s grin softened, and he leaned down to kiss Dream again.
And then, feeling bold and brave and loved, he grinned mischievously.
“I hope you know I’ll be telling this story at our wedding.”
(Years later, Hob will end the story by telling their guests about how Dream smacked him in the face with a pillow.)
This was my first big bang! I got partnered with @acedragontype and had such a lovely time reading their trans Hob fic! Please go check that out. You wouldn’t want to miss it! I also have another (spicier) piece here. 👀
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Do you ever think about the fact that if Hob had a uterus they’d have an eternity of periods? As someone who’s life is rules by hers, that’s enough tI make me question if I’d want to keep going.
Choosing to read this as "do I ever think about trans Hob?" and the answer is yes. I think about trans everyone. I think Hob should get to be trans, as a treat.
Anyway also choosing to read this as an excuse to cause Hob pain, which is one of my favourite activities.
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"Are you unwell?" Dream asks, tilting his head as he looks at Hob as though the answer will be more apparent at a thirty degree angle.
Hob manages a smile that probably doesn't look too much like a grimace and grips his mug of tea a little tighter. "Nothing I won't survive."
Dream sniffs, which is a little weird but then on the scale of normal to human embodiment of the concept of Dreams, it barely registers. "I smell blood. Are you bleeding?"
It's very sweet that he seems worried, actually. Hob's going to carry that little frown in his heart for the rest of eternity.
"Umm." Hob rubs idly at the side of his mug. "Yes, actually."
Silly to be at all embarrassed after six hundred-odd years of this, but first of all society never quite caught up to that and he's only human, and secondly Dream isn't human and has no need to know anything about human biology.
It also does not help that, owing to said biology, he's been staring at Dream's forearms, salaciously revealed by rolled-up shirt sleeves today, and thinking deeply impure thoughts about the length and dexterity of his fingers. Which is a new development altogether.
It's not that he's never thought about Dream, but as a person, such as he is, as a person who Hob's stupidly in love with, rather than as a body that could feel very, very good right about now. That's the new bit.
Admitting it only makes Dream look more worried, which, again, is very sweet.
"And you are in pain," Dream adds, perceptively. It's nice to know he's paying attention, although the fact that Hob had suddenly groaned aloud and bent forward in his chair might have helped clue him in.
The first time he's managed to get Dream into his kitchen, and the timing couldn't have been worse.
"Has someone hurt you?" Dream asks, his eyes narrowing dangerously. He's lovely, actually. He is lovely. Anyone who says otherwise doesn't know him.
Hob laughs, shaking his head. "No, it's just... I don't know how much you know about how humans are put together," he says. "But some of us have internal workings that bleed on a regular basis. That's all. Nothing new. Been doing it since before we met," he finishes, managing what he hopes is a reassuring smile.
He is, suddenly, in a lot of pain.
Dream stares at him, lips very slightly parted, for several seconds. And then, "oh. I believe I understand."
Hob waits. For whatever the rest of the reaction is going to be, realising with horror that he has no idea how Dream's going to feel about—
"You require care," Dream says.
That's not one he's heard before, actually.
"I was thinking about a painkiller," Hob admits. "Didn't want to interrupt you while you were talking."
Dream rises.
"You don't have to go," Hob says, moving to stand as well, only to be held in place by a much stronger hand than he would've expected.
"Tell me where you keep them," Dream says.
It takes Hob a second to realise he means the painkillers.
"Oh, umm. There's a packet in the cupboard above the microwave."
He watches Dream find them, pour a glass of water at the sink, and then set both things in front of Hob. Hob stares at him.
"Alternatively, I could put you to sleep," Dream offers. "If that would be preferable."
Hob pops out two little round tablets and swallows them both down in one mouthful.
"Am I going to lose you for another century if I say this is very sweet of you?" he asks.
One of those tiny little smiles that makes Hob want to giggle like a drunk plays around Dream's face, and he shakes his head. "I have just learned that you are an even greater marvel than I had concluded," he says softly. "I've no wish to be parted from you."
1989 was the first time Hob Gadling had ever really thought about her true identity. Sure, she’d had fleeting thoughts here and there throughout the centuries, she was well-versed in creating new identities after all, but she hadn’t really thought about it. That night though, after the bartender told her about the White Horse’s impending closure and she was left to consider that she may never see the one constant in her immortal life again, she finally thought about who Hob Gadling really was.
She had lived so many lives up to that point, but besides a few standouts, nothing ever really felt like her. It wasn’t as though she was oblivious to the existence of trans people. She’d been around a long time and had met, fucked, and loved many different people, but she’d never thought about her gender– had never even considered it an option.
Now though, after living as a woman for almost 30 years, she feels truly alive. Her lust for life hasn’t been sated— far from it, but for the first time in a long time (or maybe ever) she feels grounded in her body.
So imagine her surprise when 33 years past their planned meeting, she hears a familiar yet completely new voice greet her with a name she hasn’t heard in a long, long time.
“Hello, Hob Gadling.”
Her Stranger has changed but is still so very the same as she towers over Hob. Though angular and delicate, she radiates power and strength. Her presence demands attention and Hob is more than happy to give it to her. Dark hair brushes her shoulders in gravity-defying curls and her eyes twinkle as though they contain all the stars in the galaxy. Hob can’t help but follow the plunging neckline of her blouse down to her sternum, more skin than her Stranger had ever shown before. It’s no small effort to bring her gaze back up to meet her friend's.
Dream shapeshifting his balls to be bigger and *heavier* so that when he fucks Hob from behind they slap against Hob’s clit hard enough to bruise.
Hob’s super into it, of course, even if he does need an ice pack on his crotch by the end lol
Yeah this is. A whole delicious meal. Balls are severely underappreciated in my opinion, and I am convinced that Hob would be obsessed with Dream’s. The bigger, heavier and fuller the better.
Hob wants them in his face. In his mouth. They fill him so well, he can't even make a sound, he can only try to breathe. And then the ultimate delight: getting pounded and feeling them thwack against his own flesh. The sound alone gets him drooling.
Dream has plenty of things to say about Hob’s little obsession. Plenty of teasing about how filthy he is, how pathetic and slutty. Maybe a little breeding kink. Promising that his big heavy balls will fill Hob up with cum and knock him up.
On a bad day you will absolutely catch Hob with his face in Dream’s crotch, sniffing his balls. It's his stress relief, okay? Just give him a minute!
Okay so I have had this idea in my head for ages and only you would understand it.
Dream who is a little bb trans in a family that has kept him sheltered and ignorant about life and his body for his entire life. And then Hob!! One of his dad’s friends/business partener/whatever (who secretly hates Dream’s dad because he’s an asshoel), Greta inn his beard, soft eyes and fascinating hands.
Dream’s parents do not know what to do with their child, so something something plot, he ends up living with Hob.
Queue Dream finally being free to be what he wants to be and do what he wants. Hob is nice and gentle with him, pushing him gently to do what he wants, while also protecting him.
And so Dream gets such a bright teenage crush. Except it is not one sided at all.
It all hits a climax (heh!) when Dream starts having very vivid wet dreams about Hob and Hob’s hand sand Hob’s body and Hob’s everything, and wakes up soaking his panties every morning. He tries to bring himself to climax, but he’s awkward, and doesn’t know what to do or of he’s allowed.
He tells Hob, ashamed and also frustrated.
And Hob, who has been slowly falling for this young, sharp, smart beautiful boy, offers to help.
“Sleep in my bed,” he says, “And wake me if you wake up like that again.”
I am such a sucker for this exact kind of thing!! Age difference and power dynamics and a tiny hint of corruption kink... yeah I'm weak for that. Also the potential to make it t4t (Dream’s parents send him to Hob because he's the Only Trans Person They Have Ever Met lol).
Well, unsurprisingly, Dream is almost too excited to fall asleep. He's never shared a bed with ANYBODY and he's so overwhelmed. The mere smell of Hob’s sheets is making him squirm. But Hob laughs softly and wraps a strong, stable arm around Dream’s waist, essentially pinning him down so he can't wriggle around. Somehow its actually really soothing and Dream has his best night of sleep ever.
But of course he wakes up still wrapped up in Hob’s embrace. He's been grinding against Hob’s thigh in his sleep and he's so desperate already, he can't do anything but whine and paw at Hob’s bare, hairy, grey streaked chest. Hob hushes him softly and rolls him over onto his back, kissing him so thoroughly that he can barely breathe. Dream's first ever kiss by the way!! He can only grab onto Hob’s shoulders and hang on while he's caressed and sweet-talked. Before he knows it, Hob’s beard is rubbing up against his inner thigh and he's dripping through his underwear...
Dream gets his first ever proper orgasm from Hob’s mouth on him, and he's 90% sure he might have just died and gone to heaven. Surely nothing should be allowed to feel so good?
Hob thinks he's adorable. And, of course, extremely hot. Such a pretty thing squirming under his lips is beyond his wildest dreams... in every possible way. OBVIOUSLY he's keeping Dream forever - not only will he spoil this beautiful boy with some truly mindblowing sex, he'll also make sure that Dream gets EVERYTHING he wants from his transition journey.
That's if Dream ever agrees to get out of bed... he might be thoroughly addicted to Hob and therefore unwilling to do anything except exchange kisses and orgasms forever and ever <3
Trans Man Hob who was one of the first people to get top surgery at Institut für Sexualwissenschaft. Trans Man Hob, who absolutely loves his surgery scars because he spent nearly 600 years in a body that served him well but was not Him. Trans Man Hob who started taking T as soon as he found out what it could do to him. Trans Man Hob who starts growing a thick pelt of body hair and bursts into tears because he's wanted that kind of hair for so long and now he has it.
Dream who has no idea that Hob is trans because his dreaming self has always reflected the way he felt, so his dreaming self has always been easily identifiable as male, even though his waking body didn't reflect it. Dream who finds out that Hob is trans and, while surprised, is also extremely pleased that Hob fought for so long to appear outwardly how he'd always been inside. Dream who firmly believes in 'Self-Made Men' and how it applies to Hob as a Trans Man.
Just, Trans Man Hob who is on HRT and has had top surgery and bottom surgery. Who was thrilled at the progress for the LGBTQIA+ community and is now furious at the turn everything is taking. Who has been fighting for LGBTQIA+ rights since the beginning because damn it, queer people deserve to just exist in fucking peace and live their lives.
I love trans Hob so so much goddammit (also if anyone is interested I wrote a fic about medieval Hob getting top surgery from Destruction and it also has a sequel about them during WW1: here).
Hob is definitely so proud of how far his fellow humans have come on lgbt+ issues but he is also just. Very very tired. It's hard and frustrating to see bigotry thriving and alive, especially when Hob knows exactly how much queer communities have been through in history. The great thing is that Hob now looks, sounds (and can behave) exactly like a cishet man - which means that he can effectively advocate for his people and also throw punches without fear of being hate crimed in return.
Perhaps Dream witnesses one of these circumstances and asks Hob why he cares so much about lgbt people, and Hob is like "well I'm bi and trans so I'd be silly not to care!" and Dream is like "you're trans???" Which makes Hob laugh and also generally just makes him very happy because it confirms that his best friend has always seen him as a man.
I also have thoughts about Hob allowing himself to take part in medical trials only ONE time during his entire life, and that was during the very early years of gender reassignment surgery & phalloplasty. He wanted to offer himself as a subject because he knows that he'll be safe from dying during a complex surgery and also because he's so keen to help advance the science which will help other trans people. Even having his immortality accidentally discovered felt like it was worth it. And in the years since he's been able to have more up to date surgeries and have the body that he always dreamed of :)
