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amielot · 3 days
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euzede · 22 hours
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what are they dancing to, d'you think?
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foxish-draws · 2 days
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@mr-sadman Dreamling week day 2 "pirates."
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designtheendless · 2 days
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The Endlesspspsps ✨🐾
Happy Meowpheus Monday!
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meloartist · 3 days
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alright
[quote from house, md]
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caprenoctem · 19 hours
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Dream a little dream...
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abyssalcryptid · 2 days
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Dreamling Week 2024: Day 2 Pirates
Happy Dreamling week! Pirate Captain Morpheus has found himself a very enthusiastic captive ;)
Full NSFT here
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virgo-dream · 3 days
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virgo-dream’s dreamling masterpost
In honour of @mr-sadman’s Dreaming Week 2024, I have compiled this masterpost of all my fics and fanart!
I highly recommend checking the Dreamling Week tag to see some of the amazing fanworks created by this fandom.
Happy Dreamling Week! ☁️✨
☁️ fanfiction ☁️
✨ one shots ✨
golden hour
rated G / 695 words / fluff
Hob had two favourite times during the day: dawn and dusk. Opposite in their purpose but equal in their beauty, dawn brought new life to restful spirits every morning, while dusk tucked them in gently every night. Hob loved the soft, lilac tones that shifted into golden, that faded into oranges, purples and deep blues, over and over again, marking the passage of never ending time.
Another thing he liked, dearly, was seeing Morpheus under the light of the golden hour.
metaphors
rated G / 2.5k words / idiots to lovers
the one where Dream is fucking dense and Hob is desperately in love.
the night of the storm
rated G / 2.6k+ words / hurt/comfort
across from the shadow figure sitting on his armchair, and offered the best smile he could muster. “…rough day? I feel like you’re not doing very well. Don’t ask me why.”
Are you not afraid, Hob Gadling?
or: Hob Gadling comes home to find the shadows need a shoulder to cry on.
freely given
rated G / 4k+ words / whump, hurt + comfort
Dream had no idea how he intended to help Hob. It was the right thing to do. He had stumbled into enough of Hob Gadling's nightmares to know for a fact that disease wasn't something he took lightly.
daisy chains
rated G / 589 words / tooth-rotting fluff, idiots in love
Hob tells him to use the door but doesn't mind when his friend just shows up uninvited because to Hob, Dream will always be welcome. Dream, on the other end, wants to know more about Hob, be a part of his life, even if it means spending more time in the Waking World. And then, like every good thing, the physicality starts small: a pat on the back, a hand on the shoulder.
or: they don't know it, but they're falling in love.
spring roll for your thoughts
rated G / 2.3k+ words / domestic fluff
Dream and Hob both need a moment to rest after a long day at work. They both find comfort eating reheated leftovers and daydreaming about the future.
the miracle of song
rated G / 1k+ words / christmas fic
Dream of The Endless has a long standing history with avoiding music since the loss of his only son, Orpheus. His relationship with Hob Gadling might make him change his mind.
A story about love, loss, bad karaoke and Christmas miracles.
one of their own
rated G / 3.6k+ words / queer themes, first kiss
Hob Gadling invites Dream to a meeting of the uni's queer clubs at the New Inn. Dream learns more about his own gender identity, and that he's very much in love with his best friend.
glitter glue and butterfly stickers
rated G / 1k+ words / dreamling parents, tooth-rotting fluff
Hob and Dream have been married for over 10 years and are raising a daughter together. After a long day working on his thesis, Hob receives a letter from his 7 year old daughter Lucy, detailing her thoughts on an article he’d written.
safety net: a bolt in the blue story
rated T / 3.1k words / fic of a fic, mutual pining (set in the universe of @valeriianz’s bolt in the blue)
Endless is in the middle of its first headline tour, and Dream has been doing his best to hold his own in the ever changing routine of touring. After one particularly intense concert, Dream finds himself extremely overwhelmed, and relies on the help of his trusted bass tech, Hob Gadling, to ground himself again. In the process, he finds that a few feelings have become impossible to ignore.
some mornings: a man of good fortune story
rated G / 1.1k+ words / domestic fluff, omegaverse (set in the universe of @softest-punk’s a man of good fortune)
Some mornings are easier than others, when one finds themselves in the state Dream is currently in. He remembers how mornings were when he was pregnant with Orpheus. As winter slowly approached their home by the sea, some mornings became harder than most for Hob.
A story of finding new purpose, switching roles and falling in love again and again. The moon is also there.
✨ multi-chapter ✨
when I wake up, there are only your eyes to greet mine (complete)
rated M / 14.2k+ words / victorian soldiers au
Five times Sergeant Robert Gadling woke up to Captain Morpheus Apeiron. One time Morpheus woke up to Hob.
A very unlucky battalion finds itself in the command of one Captain Morpheus Apeiron. He doesn't seem particularly worried with their survival, but mostly with ending the war as soon as possible. Sergeant Robert Gadling seems to be the only thing keeping all these young and inexperienced soldiers alive. After one particularly heated fight between them, Hob ends up discovering there is much more to his Captain than meets the eye, but is he seeing Morpheus as he truly is, or through the prism of his own desire?
may dream (incomplete)
rated M / 7.5k+ words posted / hurt/comfort
It's been 10 days since Dream of The Endless was rescued from Fawney Rig by one Hob Gadling, who takes it upon himself to see to Dream's recovery. While with Hob, Dream is provided with something he'd been missing even before his imprisonment: to be cared for.
☁️ fan art ☁️
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he’s wearing the north face jacket
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change or die magical girl
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happy birthday dream sketch
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thursday night at the drag bar
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Halley’s Comet mini comic
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come here often?
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softest-punk’s witcher au fanart
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avelera’s giving sanctuary fic cover
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roguelov · 3 days
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Imagine: One night Morpheus is extremely busy with the Dreaming that when you fall asleep he doesn't notice at all. Until Lucienne is running to him in a panic to tell him you're having a nightmare. Morpheus then immediately drops what he is doing to go to you immediately (maybe slightly because he never wants you to see that dark side of him). However, when he finds you, you're in like an extremely dark forest and you're just staring in awe at what is supposed to be one of his scariest nightmares. When you turn to him, you have tears in yours eyes and say "They're so beautiful." And Morpheus literally is stunned and completely melts. Maybe he starts introducing you to even more nightmares now that he feels like he can be completely open with you.
FUCK YESSSS
Dream will be absolutely frightened for you because of his newest creation, one he put a lot of effort. But the moment you turn around and tell him he did a wonderful job and how beautiful they are, he wants you there in the process as well. Yes, he will definitely introduce you to other nightmares but now he wants your input on it
He will create a new nightmare and call you to him and Dream will feel odd. It’s a feeling he’s not used to of being exposed in a certain way. Vulnerable yet not entirely. Your eyes will rake over his creation and maybe you will say he’s doing an amazing job or maybe you’ll give some gentle opinions on how to improve. Dream will be thankful either way. He will kiss the side of your head and say his thanks.
Also imagine Dream glaring at his newest nightmare knowing something is not quite right. He’s staring and up all day wondering what feels wrong then you stroll in say ‘needs more teeth/you added to many spike/whatever’ and Dream just whips his head to you and is internally like ‘I love you’ but only says ‘thank you my dear’ then does the adjustments and the nightmare is perfect
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his-certainly · 15 hours
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amielot · 3 days
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Shortly after I posted "Uno Reverse" @seiya-starsniper wrote a snippet in the Mr Sadman discord server. A scene in which Unity talks to Dream after receiving his new knife.
I liked it so much that I asked if I could do a lil comic inspired by it. It's on ao3 HERE!
This is for the "Hunt" prompt for Dreamling week. Because dream and hob are technically on the run.
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mid0khan · 1 day
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Dreamling Week 2024, day 3
Today's thing for @mr-sadman 's Dreamling Week is a drawing ! It was both fun and painful to make, but in the end I'm fairly happy with the result considering I couldn't spend days on it like I usually do.
Prompt: Steampunk
Summary: In the era of science and invention, many men fancied themselves all powerful and turned away from their Gods. Hob Gadling has never been closer to his.
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Wings (suffers).
Mechanical stuff (suffers again).
(No but seriously it was fun to make and I'm particularly proud of how Dream turned out)
I also posted it on AO3:
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foxish-draws · 3 days
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The @mr-sadman Dreamling week had some solid prompts and I happened to catch it early enough I could actually do some quick contributions so here we go! This is for "hunt." I was looking at medieval tapestries for inspiration and landed on unicorn hunt gone awry.
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Happy Pride!
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thoughtsfromlayla · 3 days
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26 Ways of Taking You: F for Face Sitting
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Summary: You've waited for 106 years for an apology. So an apology you shall receive.
Notes: ~1.4k words, not edited or beta read lol, we are raw doggin it
Warnings/Tags: MDNI - 18+, face sitting/queening, Sub!Dream, reincarnated reader, unexpected orgasm, strip teasing is you squint really hard, written at 4am do not come for me at grammar mistakes
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In the rubles of an abandoned kingdom, you have long since accepted your solitude. 106 years of solitude is something no person, mortal or not, should go through. And though, yes, you were mortal, each lifetime you have reincarnated you have always sought out Dream of the Endless as your lover.
When you came to be in your previous lifetime, you did not know that he would be captured and that you would die alone and cold in your bed. Here you are now, walking amongst the broken pillars and cracked shards of glass once more. The Dreaming is more broken since the last time you visited some decades ago. 
The once shared bed that you lay in brings little comfort to you. Its satin sheets have grown rough, the pillows flat, and even as you bundle yourself within the blanket, the familiar smell of him has faded. Soon enough, even that will be gone and you will have nothing left to remember him by.
You felt his presence before you saw him. It was like a pulse that rippled through the realm, a pulse that guaranteed the return of its king, a promise of rebirth. But, after being disappointed for so long, you stay put; waiting patiently for him within his castle walls. If Dream really has returned, then a few more minutes won’t change anything.
Melancholy turns to anger as you remember the day he was captured was the same day he left you waiting at the lover’s table. The waitress had come by several times to ask if your dining partner was going to come and every hour you insisted he would. 
Dream never did show himself, for reasons unknown to you at that time, and you drown your sorrows in the sparkling champagne they offered. You didn’t bother eating dinner and left embarrassed, hiding your face from the pitied faces of the other diners around you. 
Much to your surprise, he does show himself to you. He looked tired, skinner, and almost broken. When your eyes connected, it took him a few moments to read your soul. To know who you truly are in this new reincarnation. He came to you like a moth to a flame, his relief evident on his face as he slumped into your arms. 
If only you were in a better mood.
“How dare you leave me!” You pushed him away and smacked his chest. “You embarrassed me! You forgot about me! You let me die alone!” Each statement was met with another smack to the chest. You were positively fuming, brows furrowed.
“Forgive me for missing our last date,” He muttered and slumped back into your neck. 
“You should be sorry.” You sounded mad, but you were relieved that he finally came back home. 
You hold Dream’s head in your hands, and even when the situation doesn’t call for it, the way he looked at you with a downturn lip and pleading eyes sends signals straight to your cunt. It has been several years since you’ve last laid with him. 
“You should make it up for me, then I’ll accept your apology,” You stated with a smug look on your face. 
Dream only nodded as he let you lead you to the bed. You push him back until he is watching you on his elbows. After you back away from the bed did you begin to shimmy yourself out of your clothes. Morpheus watches intently as your fingers ghost across your waist, giving him a glimpse of your stomach. 
He swallowed as you discarded your top, the bralette does little to hide your figure. Your hands move down your curves and his eyes follow when your fingers trace the top of your pants. You walked to him and he sat up slowly, looking up at you with a plea. 
“Do you deserve this?” You asked as his hands cover yours over the rim of your pants. His finger traced across your knuckles as he memorized your body once again. 
Morpheus only nodded and with a satisfied smile you guided his hands to the button that keeps you from him. His fingers are cold against your skin, the gentle carasses tickling the sensitive skin the further he goes. The button pops open easily as his dexterous fingers opens the seams of your jeans 
You allowed him to be impatient, to take your underwear off with your pants. When you’re bare to him in nothing but your bralette, you push him down once more. 
With a slow and deliberate motion, you crawl over him, resting yourself high on his chest. Dream’s hands roam across the softness of your thighs, running his fingers down the expense of your legs. You stay there a moment, basking in his presence and the way his chest rises and falls with his vitality. 
“Please,” He begged, wetting his dry lips with his tongue. Your eyes dilate as you watch the wet muscle cross over his lips.
Your wetness was seeping through the fabric of his shirt and he was, quite literally, starved. Starved for food perhaps not, but for you and your taste alone? Yes. 
“Okay,” You whispered. “Lay down for me, my love.” You guided him again with a gentle hand. 
He does as he is told and waits like a good boy as you settle yourself above him. You feel the heat of his breath on your most sensitive areas and when you look down at him you see him already staring at you.
Morpheus licks his lips again and when you still don’t sit down on him, his impatience gets the better of him. He turns his head and sinks his teeth into the plushness of your thigh. Your hands shoot for the headboard to steady yourself as he sucks a blooming hickey where his lips part. 
He’s staring at you again, his eyebrows furrowed as you have yet to sit down on him. Dream’s hands keep your hips in place as he goes to your thighs once more, dragging his tongue in a long line until his head is almost off the bed. 
“Holy shit,” You gasped as the wetness of his tongue grazed over your pussy lips. Your breath grows uneven as heat pools between your thighs. 
“You are trembling,” He hummed in content, nosing your other thigh for attention. His cock was tented and growing uncomfortable in his pants and he shifts to gain any traction for himself.
“Oh, shut up,” You groaned, finally lowering yourself onto his face. 
Dream moaned as your entire being invaded his senses. In scent he adores you, in touch he connects to you, in taste he worships you, in sight he ravishes you, and in sound he hears the whispers of his name like a prayer falling from your lips. 
Morpheus’ tongue shoots out, licking the length of you. He circle’s your clit slowly and your hips jerk in place as his hands keep you steady. Your other hands run through the strands of his unruly hair and you grab at the base, steering him to where you need him most. 
Dream lets you take control, he will have his time, but for now it’s about apologizing. He tastes you deeply, pushing his tongue into your weeping cunt. The Endless’ eyes rolling to the back of his head as he feels you tighten around his tongue and your nails dig into his scalp. 
You’re a whimpering mess above him, grinding your hips down and in a corner of your mind, you’re glad to have an immortal lover. If not, you fear you might have broken his neck. 
But there’s no room for thoughts like that. Not when he’s back at your clit again, using the flat of his tongue to pleasure your bundle of nerves. He gulps down your arousal, tasting you in the back of his throat like honey.
His nails raked along the length of your legs, leaving rising claw-like marks on the soft skin. Dream does his best to taste you, all of you, but some of your arousal drips down the sides of his chin. He groans as his nose bumps against your clit and you jump at the sensation.
Your thighs tremble, your fingers tingle and your moans grow higher in pitch as your orgasm comes to you unexpectedly. You see the stars of the Dreaming dance across your eyelids and Morpheus helps you ride out your orgasm, his name singing from your lips. 
When you’re done and nothing but a panting mess and a slump of flesh and bone does his stop. His hands are still on you, rubbing the indent on your hips in soothing circles. 
“Forgiven?” He asks, looking at you with the rare smile that could make flowers bloom. 
“Forgiven,” You sigh happily.
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Here you go you thirsty people
♡ Yours, Layla
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writing-for-life · 2 days
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Dream—Nekroticism Illustration
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