#2023 dreamling bingo fill

[mallory-x]

Dreamling Bingo fill - Latrinalia

Summary: Dream and Hob's centennial meetings, as retold through the medium of bathroom wall graffiti.

This fic is in a slightly experimental format as it contains embedded images of graffiti written on the wall. I have tried to make sure it’s as accessible as possible, so alt-text is provided for screen readers. For anyone else who struggles to read it, the second chapter is a plain text version of the story, which is why I have declared the actual wordcount of the fic instead of the count on AO3.

Square: E3 Penpals

Title: Latrinalia

Rating: Teen (for swearing)

Word Count: 1736 

Ship(s): Dreamling

Warnings: N/A

Additional Tags:  Alternate Universe - Human, Pre-Slash, Gen or Pre-Slash, mention of drunkenness, Hob gets dumped, (but not by Dream), Toilet humour, Graffiti, Fluff, Embedded Images

Summary: Dream and Hob's centennial meetings, as retold through the medium of bathroom wall graffiti.

Link: Latrinalia (on AO3)

With grateful thanks for @tryan-a-bex and @seiya-starsniper for betaing for me!

@dreamlingbingo

[mentallyinvernation]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48808831/chapters/123126274

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Sandman (Comics), The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling, Eleanor | Hob Gadling's Wife/Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus & Robyn Gadling Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, Robyn Gadling, Hob Gadling, Eleanor | Hob Gadling's Wife (The Sandman), Lucien | Lucienne (The Sandman), Jessamy the Raven Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Betrayal, Protective Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Robyn Is The Vortex, Dream of the Endless is Trying His Best, Astronomy, Lucien | Lucienne Is So Done (The Sandman), Robyn doesn't think Dream knows how to run a kingdom but he's too polite to point that out, Dreams and Nightmares, Family Feels, Tragedy, POV Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Loves Hob Gadling, Idiots in Love, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst Summary:

“Why did you do it?” Hob demands in a low and dangerous growl, leaning in close enough for their noses to almost brush, breath fanning hot across Dream’s face. The rings of brandy framing his pupils have solidified into hard oak, impenetrable like the battle shields of old, reinforced by flecks of welded gold. Where there was once love and fondness, there is now only ice. “Revoke my immortality for all I care but tell me why. I deserve that much.”

Dream swallows against the blade. “He was a vortex. Allowing such power to manifest would – "

“He was my son!”

[spockandthings]

Dr_Lecteur's Dreamling Masterlist

In the spirit of the upcoming Dreamling Week, and on @arialerendeair wonderful suggestion, here's a masterlist of all my non-bingo Dreamling fics!!

If you want to see my 2023 Dreamling Bingo fills go right here (and on AO3)

Beautiful moment in time that comes and floats away / And when I open my eyes / I hope to see your face | 2.5k ; Teen ; Angst, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse

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Beautiful stranger here you are in my arms and I think it's finally, finally safe for me to fall | 1.5k ; Mature ; Tattooed Hob Gadling, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining

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Beautiful stranger catching my stare // It's fate we collided right then back there | 2.8k ; Teen ; Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Non-sexual intimacy

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It's what my heart just yearns to say | 451 ; Mature ; Established Relationship, Body Dysmorphia, Body Worship, Implied Sexual Content

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I look at you and I see my past and future | 500 ; Gen ; Soft ramblings, Fluff without plot, Established Relationship [podfic]

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The wonders (and curse) of self-conditioning - A study of Pavlovian Reflexes | In progress ; Explicit ; Human AU, NSFW VA!Morpheus, Angst and Fluff and Crack, Pining, Sexual Content [see more CWs in fic tags]

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Aconitum lycoctonum vulparia || Aconite tue-loup | 12k ; Mature ; Werewolf!Hob, Canon Compliant, Mutual Pining, Angst, Brief mentions of Child Abuse, Blood and Gore [see more CWs in fic tags]

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I'm only whatever you make me | In progress ; Teen ; Canon Divergence, Death meets Hob instead of Dream, Slow Build

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Of dotted stars and tenderness | 730 ; Mature ; Established Relationship, Tooth-rotting Fluff, Lingerie

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The journey together is half the fun | 2.1k ; Teen ; Fantasy AU, Dragon!Dream, Getting Together, Strangers to Friends to Lovers

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The darkest night never felt so bright but with you by my side | 687 ; Gen ; Established Relationship, Post TKO (Morpheus lives), Domestic Fluff without plot

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Bite Sized - A Dreamling Week Collection | 2.2k ; Mature ; Collection of mini fics written for Dreamling Week 2024

Here goes! Some of these are old, it's crazy to see how much my writing has changed and evolved!!

[aquilaafterdark]

Square: E2: Knife Play

Title: Hunger for the Blade

Rating: E

Word Count: 1,535

Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags:  Swordfighting, Knifeplay, Sparring, Light Dom/sub, Blow Jobs, Wet & Messy, Come Shot, Come Marking, Facials, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Summary:

Hob had thought it would be a good idea to ask Dream to spar during their weekly Dreaming date night. How hard could it be, he’d thought. I have centuries of experience. What he’d forgotten, he’s now learning, is that his lover has millennia of experience. That he contains every single swordsman’s dreams since swords were invented on top of the glut of fictional swordplay. That had been his first mistake. His second was the bet they’d made: the winner gets to have the loser in whatever way they’d like. -- Or, a sparring match turns into a very messy blowjob. Dreamling Bingo 2023 fill for #DB215 Square E2: Knife Play

Link: On AO3

@dreamlingbingo

[aquilathefighter]

Square: A2: July Monthly Prompt: "The New Inn is a temple"

Title: Your Faith for Bricks and Dreams for Mortar

Rating: G

Word Count: 645

Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags:  The New Inn is a Temple (The Sandman), Reunions, Fluff, Pre-Relationship, Touch-Starved Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, High Priest Hob Gadling

Summary:

Dream returns to the White Horse only to find it boarded up and graffiti-ed. Following both the heady feeling of worship and a helpful spray painted arrow, he acquaints himself with a new temple and reacquaints himself with its high priest. Dreamling Bingo 2023 fill for #DB215 July Monthly Prompt: "The New Inn is a temple" replacing Square A2: October Revolution

Link: On AO3

@dreamlingbingo

[im-not-corrupted]

Definitely (Not) a Crush - a Dreamling Fic

Gen | No Warnings Apply | 2.3k | Dream/Hob 

Morpheus Sanfin is a famous author, whose books Hob has been obsessed with for a long while.

Hob Gadling owns a bookstore with Johanna Constantine--a bookstore Morpheus Sanfin will hold a reading at--and he definitely doesn't have a crush on Morpheus. Not at all. 

Written as a fill for the @dreamlingbingo, square D1, prompt: bookstore. Also written as a gift for @samsalami66, who wanted a Dreamling meet-cute fic!

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Human, Writer Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Bookstore Owner Hob Gadling, Bookstore Owner Johanna Constantine, Pining, Meet-Cute, Dreamling Bingo 2023

Read more on Ao3 here, or read the fic below the cut!

When Hob first received the request from Morpheus's agent—the famous author Morpheus Sanfin, most popularly known for a series of truly inspiring works that Hob still thought about at least once daily even after two years of picking up the first one and devouring the entire seven book saga in two weeks—asking if he could hold a reading in the little bookstore he worked at Lit Books, he lost his mind. Just a little bit. A teeny, tiny bit. Nothing more than that, truly, despite what Johanna thought. (Johanna thought a lot of things, Hob knew from far too many years of friendship with her. That did not make her correct about any of it—and so it definitely didn't make her correct about the apparent 'celebrity crush' he definitely didn't harbour for Morpheus. There was no crush there, just...admiration, right? Admiration, because Morpheus is quite the literary genius, and Hob had spent far too long fawning over his works.)

In his defence—well, they were a small bookstore! Independently run, no big chain, and all of that. It was pretty decent, for what it was. They kept it running, made decent profit off it, and despite their differences, Hob and Johanna simply made it work.

Still. It wasn't the kind of place authors like him came to do readings at. Wasn't very good for publicity, after all, and that's what all the publishing houses were after. Publicity. More sales, more readers, and all of that.

He didn't know how Morpheus found out about their little store, nor why he or anybody else who worked with or alongside him might consider it for a reading, but, naturally, he agreed immediately. What else was he supposed to say? No, and miss out on the chance to see the man in person, and the chance to hear the voice behind each of the words he poured over for years? Yeah, right.  (Admiration. Nothing more.)

The email he sent back was perhaps less than professional and full of a little too much fawning over Morpheus, but that seemed to matter little. Arrangements were made, the date was set, and it arrived far too quickly for Hob's liking. Though the reading was set to happen two months after he received that first email from Lucienne, that didn't feel like nearly enough time to truly prepare. When the day came, he stood inside his little store with Johanna by his side, palms sweaty and heart beating irrationally fast.

He scowled at it, because really? Sure, he admired the man, but it didn't have to be more than that. Certainly didn't have to be such a huge deal, not at all.

(On his right, Johanna sent him a knowing look, one he promptly ignored by turning to the table stacked high with Morpheus's latest release. It was admiration. Nothing more than that!)

The first thing he truly knew about Morpheus outside of his works was his voice. There were numerous interviews to be found across the internet, and he spent more time than he’d ever willingly admit in search of them. It was his voice that first caught Hob’s attention—a deep timbre that stood in stark contrast to his lithe frame. Like distant thunder, perhaps, or something just as soothing. He thought it would be incredibly easy to fall asleep to that voice if he had the chance to; it was a voice made for storytelling, a voice that could easily chase away any insomnia after a mere few moments.

He spoke eloquently, which Hob supposed made sense, having read a lot of what he wrote. He liked the way his voice sounded on certain words, liked the way amusement sounded on him, the way his characteristic half-smiles (Hob had not seen the man smile much beyond those small upturns of his lips, truth be told) shone through even when he spoke.

Naturally, Hob recognised Morpheus’s presence in Lit Books by his voice first.

It hit him like a freight train. All at once, with very little warning, Morpheus was simply…there. There, inside the little cosy bookstore he and Johanna named Lit Books, where Hob worked. Where he spent half his time, really, and had done since Johanna dragged him out of his pit of despair after Robyn and Eleanor.

Morpheus was there, in the same room as him, and Hob…was having a time, alright?

He was different, in person. In all those recorded interviews, Morpheus looked…untouchable. Terribly pale underneath fluorescent lighting, stoic and still like marble. His eyes—crystalline blue, so startling they made Hob’s breath catch in his chest even through the screen—was the only spot of colour on his person, his face beautiful in a fascinating, elfin way. To Hob, he looked not unlike a god. Divinity from on high, a being of ambrosia and gold instead of ordinary flesh and blood like the rest of him.

Inside Lit Books, though, he looked a little more real. Harsh lines were made smoother, his skin a little less pale (though not by much), his messy raven hair fluffier. Amusement shone in his crystal blue gaze, still just as jarring in person as they were through Hob’s phone screen.

His voice, though. His voice was the same as ever as he inclined his head in Hob’s direction, the corners of his lips curled upwards ever so slightly. “Good afternoon,” he said softly, and—yes. Yes, his voice was the same, still so sinfully lovely, still so soft and even despite the power to command a room the man seemed to have.

He certainly had the power to command Hob’s attention, at the very least. He felt quite incapable of looking away from this man and his lovely, elfin features, half-convinced he’d simply disappear if he looked away. He found himself tongue-tied, too, his mind unable to come up with anything truly smart to say in reply to that simple greeting.

Somehow, he ended up settling on a terribly awkward, “…Hello.” It made his ears burn. Worse, it made Morpheus’s smile widen ever-so slightly.

Next to him, Johanna murmured something under her breath before holding a hand out between her and Morpheus. It sounded all too much like, God help me, though Hob didn’t get a chance to glare at her before she said, “You, too. Morpheus Sanfin, is it? I’m Johanna, and this idiot’s Hob. You’re early.”

By half an hour, actually. Which seemed like a reasonable amount of early in Hob’s books.

He didn’t say that, either, because he still remained incredibly stunned to silence.

Morpheus didn’t seem to mind. Hob had half a mind to send up a quick word of thanks to whatever god did or did not exist at the fact that he didn’t seem to think him entirely strange, which would be in his right honestly. “Indeed,” he said evenly. “Would that be a problem, Johanna?”

”Not at all,” she said, nodding over to the area prepared. They rarely had to do something like this before—the few readings they held previously were small. They never expected too many people to turn up, not like they did with this one. Quite a bit of rearranging had to be done, not to mention a lot of last-minute purchases of chairs. (This last bit made Johanna reconsider the whole thing, despite the half an hour Hob took to convince her that having Morpheus hold a reading at Lit Books could be good for them.) “Feel free to spend as much time as you need to get set up.”

He inclined his head slightly. A small and simple movement, one that managed to be incredibly regal while also conveying his gratefulness. Hob admired that about him, the ability to convey much with so little.

The man walked away from them then, striding over to the area carefully prepared for him.

Johanna snorted softly. “Pretentious prick,” she said, though didn’t seem to mean it really. There was too much amusement lying beneath it.

Hob frowned slightly. “I wouldn’t call him pretentious.”

”Is that you talking, or your crush on him?”

He threw a pen at her, ears burning as he resigned himself to an hour and a half of teasing and anxiety while Morpheus remained inside their store.

+++

It took only twenty minutes more before the store became full.

Morpheus’s fans were many. Too many, in fact—Lit Books really wasn’t made to handle this many people, and Johanna sent him a very deadpan look that said told you so and made him grin sheepishly.

The lack of room didn’t matter, in the end. Everybody found somewhere to sit, and Morpheus held control of the room easily. His voice had power in it, a weight to it that made everybody gathered around him lean forward in their chairs, breath bated in the hopes it’d let them hear him better.

Naturally, Hob found himself enraptured. He already read this particular release a couple of times. It was a sadder tale—a tragedy, if anything—following a being that contained multitudes after his escape from a glass prison, his struggles with personhood and identity as he tried to come to grips with the trauma he suffered. The first time he read it, the book left him with an ache he was unable to soothe, a sadness that lingered around every corner. The second time, he began to annotate, picking out his favourite lines and analysing it more than he ever bothered to analyse any of the things he read at uni. It left him with that same ache, and a greater appreciation for Morpheus’s craft—he was good at what he did, good at spinning stories that left one thinking, good at creating characters that felt so real.

Hearing it out loud, though—well, hearing it out loud made him look at the story in a different light. Morpheus’s voice gave every line weight. There was despair where, previously, Hob had not seen it; there was joy in the small things, in the descriptions of sunlight filtering through trees and through the stained glass of the main character’s windows. Everything felt so…so real, so true, and by the end of the hour, there were tears in Hob’s eyes and a newfound desire to pick up this book again and devour it a third time.

It took a while for everybody to leave. Hob busied himself with tidying up, grateful Morpheus’s listeners hadn’t made much of a mess. He replayed the reading again and again in his head and, distracted as he was, didn’t hear it at all when Morpheus stepped up behind him.

In fact, he remained blissfully unaware of his presence at all until the man cleared his throat, making him jump and let out a shriek he hoped would not be brought up again. Judging by Johanna’s stare—Hob had a sixth sense for these things and just knew she stared at him—she’d likely bring it up herself at some point.

”Ah, hello,” Hob said sheepishly. The chair held in his hands, one he somehow, miraculously, didn’t drop when Morpheus startled him, stopped him from offering his hand and he glanced at it with a grimace. There was no way he could put it down without seeming awkward, so he rubbed at the back of his neck nervously and shot a grin in Morpheus’s way he hoped was endearing and didn’t make him look worse.

The man cocked his head to the side. It was a remarkably bird-like action, and it made Hob’s heart flutter in his chest with irrational fondness. “Hob, yes?” he asked, and the sound of his name spoken in his voice did something to Hob’s insides.

”I—yeah.” He swallowed around the sudden dryness in his throat. “Yeah. I’m Hob. And you’re Morpheus.”

He didn’t face palm, but it was a close thing. Fuck, what a thing to say.

Somehow, Morpheus didn’t seem phased. If anything, he seemed amused. Hob didn’t know if that was worse or not. It might’ve been worse.

In an attempt to ease the tension, he offered, “Your reading. It was…It was good. Great, even. Never really seen anything like it before.”

He blinked, slow and cat-like. Something about that surprised him, apparently, though he still appeared pleased by the comment, though. At least, Hob thought so. It was remarkably hard to tell, in truth. “Thank you,” Morpheus replied. A tad belatedly, though Hob wasn’t about to comment.

He seemed ready to leave. Which was…fair, honestly, but Hob found he didn’t really want him to go. Somehow, that prompted him to ask, “Would you want to…go grab coffee, sometime? I’ve been curious about you for a while.” Longer than just a while, really, though Hob thought it best to not to appear terribly creepy. Just in case. “Of course, you probably get offers like that all the time, so no big deal if you say no! Of course.”

And, to the surprise of every one of Hob’s remaining brain cells, of which there were few, Morpheus inclined his head once. “I believe,” he said, voice still terribly soft, “that I would like that. I do not have a number for you to call, but you are able to contact Lucienne, yes?”

”Yeah.”

”Very well. I should like to see you again soon, in that case.”

Hob…wasn’t expecting that. He wasn’t expecting that at all. “…Alright,” he said, both breathless at the prospect of getting a chance to see him again and somewhat baffled by it too. “I’ll see you soon then, Morpheus.”

The man smiled. It reached his eyes ever so slightly, and Hob thought it was probably the most beautiful thing he ever set his eyes on. “And I you, Hob.”

(Later, Johanna came up beside him, watching as Morpheus left. “Not a crush. Uh huh.”

He hit her with the back of his hand and refused to acknowledge the all-knowing smirk she sent his way. “Shut up, Johanna.”)

[paradox-insanity]

Dreamling Bingo 2023 Masterlist

Thank you so much to the @dreamlingbingo team for doing all the crazy work for this event!

Lil guide: ao3 is full works, usually minimum 1k words. Tumblr links are snippets or drabbles (one double drabble), two art fills that are [tagged], one nsfw fill thats also [tagged] that I greatly apologise for.

A1 - Sports Rivals: https://www.tumblr.com/beauty-of-nyx/724341516584222720

A2 - Panic Attack: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42339057/chapters/111521764

A3 - Loss of Power: https://www.tumblr.com/beauty-of-nyx/724341271133601792

A4 - Fusion: https://www.tumblr.com/beauty-of-nyx/724432409170526208

A5 - Gagged: https://www.tumblr.com/beauty-of-nyx/724384643141533696 [NSFW]

B1 - Compassion: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44137008

B2 - Mother is a creature: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43117123/chapters/111521569

B3 - Space Cruise: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44194588

B4 - Crossover (2+ Sources): https://archiveofourown.org/works/44758519

B5 - Turn over a new leaf: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45004402/chapters/113651104

C1 - Sports Commentator: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48777829

C2 - Secret Society: https://www.tumblr.com/beauty-of-nyx/724362174205771776

C3 - FREE SPACE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48633028

C4 - Addams Family: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48650857

C5 - Grey Hair: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44195302

D1 - Technology Stops Working: https://www.tumblr.com/beauty-of-nyx/724363698536431616

D2 - Magical Pendant: https://www.tumblr.com/beauty-of-nyx/723274223048589312 [ART]

D3 - Spies: https://www.tumblr.com/beauty-of-nyx/724383812570710016

D4 - Fairy Tale: https://www.tumblr.com/beauty-of-nyx/724385519378759680 [ART]

D5 - Dance Team: https://www.tumblr.com/beauty-of-nyx/724361556046102528

E1 - Only one bed: https://www.tumblr.com/beauty-of-nyx/724340231278641152

E2 - Detective: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42988995/chapters/111521146

E3 - Fake Dating: https://www.tumblr.com/beauty-of-nyx/724429833405431808

E4 - Mind Control: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45004402/chapters/113237749

E5 - Interstellar War: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47421511

[ao3feed-corintheus]

Small Enough to Hold

Small Enough to Hold by DrAdrianMilk In which the Corinthian falls in love with God, Dream of the Endless has two hands (sometimes more!), and Hob Gadling knows how to share. -- Dreamling Bingo fill for square E1 "Compassion" combined with the monthly prompt "The New Inn is a temple" Words: 3328, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 8 of dreamling bingo 2023 Fandoms: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, The Corinthian (Sandman) Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling, The Corinthian/Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling, The Corinthian/Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling, The Corinthian/Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, The Corinthian & Hob Gadling Additional Tags: Love Triangles, Pining, Rivalry, Humor, but i accidently added themes and symbolism again!! fuck my stupid baka life!!, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Memes, Enemies to Friends, Polyamory, V Shaped Polyamory, Hob Gadling Owns the New Inn, The New Inn is a Temple to Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, The New Inn is a Temple (The Sandman), Eldritch Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Married Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus has PTSD, Protective Hob Gadling, Monsterfucker Hob Gadling, Consort Hob Gadling, Hob Gadling is ride or die but he also refuses to die, The Corinthian Needs a Hug (The Sandman), Banter, dream has two hands, at least, Dreamling Bingo 2023

[ao3feed-dreamling]

by Violent_entertainment

My Bingo prompt fills that are less than 1,000 words, I'm placing here!

Chapter 1: Square B5 - "30 seconds remaining" A time loop fic with an extremely unhappy ending.

Words: 461, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Violent's Dreamling Bingo 2023

Fandoms: The Sandman (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hob Gadling

Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling

Additional Tags: Time Loop, Bad Ending

[mallory-x]

Mallory's Dreamling Bingo Masterlist

A3 - Slave, Dreamling, Explicit - When all the world is here to look on me

B3 - Love Triangle, Jareth the Goblin King/Hob, Dreamling, Explicit - As the pain sweeps through

C1 - Tied to a Bed, Dreamling, Explicit - no place I'd rather be

C2 - Genderfluid Character Beauty and the Beast, Gen - Something there that wasn't there before

C3 - Free Space, Dreamling, Explicit - I know you’ll get me through

C4 - Somnophilia, Dreamling, Explicit (consensual non-con) - you can sleep while I dream

C5 - Future Saliva (adoptable prompt), Dreamling, Explicit - by your side tonight and every night

D3 - Holding Hands, Dreamling, Dream/Hob/Destruction, Explicit (heavy BDSM, consensual non-con) - Seduce you into ruin

E3 - Pen Pals, Dreamling, Teen - Latrinalia

[mallory-x]

Square: D3 - Holding Hands Rating: E Wordcount: 6069 Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Pairings: Dream/Hob, Dream/Hob/Destruction Additional Tags: BDSM, Dom/sub, S&M, Dom Dream, Dom Destruction, sub Hob, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Consensual Non-Consent, Bondage, Restraints, Spanking, Flogging, Impact Play, Heavy BDSM, heavy impact play, Bruises, Anal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Cock Sucking, Anal Sex, Size Kink, Size Difference, Destruction of the Endless has a massive cock, Spit Roasting, Belly Bulge, Begging, breath play, erotic asphyxiation, (only mild but it's there), mild objectification, Praise Kink, Humiliation kink, Dirty Talk, Alternate Universe - Human, No incest - Dream and Destruction aren't related

Summary:

Dream sits in a high backed chair like it’s a throne, his back ramrod straight in a corseted waistcoat and his features schooled into regal impassiveness. He’s gazing down at his pet, Hob, who kneels before him and looks up through half-lidded eyes. Hob is naked and bruises litter his buttocks, evidence of an intense play session earlier in the evening. Dream tugs on the leash attached to his collar and Hob sways forward, face tilted up for the kiss which Dream bestows on his forehead like a benediction. As he sits back, Dream looks up and meets the newcomer’s eyes. The ghost of a smile drifts over his lips as he stands, and the newcomer crosses the room to crush him in an embrace. There’s another mutter of comments from the room, as Dream’s reputation is very much one of look-but-don’t-touch, but he seems at ease with this other Dom in a way that no one has seen apart from when he’s with his pet.

Human!AU. Dream invites his 'Brother' Destruction to play with Hob.

Please mind the tags!

Thanks to @tryan-a-bex, @acanthoscurria, and my non-fandom friend Velvet for the beta! For @dreamlingbingo

Link: Seduce you into ruin

[mentallyinvernation]

Dreamling Bingo - Teasing

Future chapter of a Drunk Dream fic that’s unnamed. 

2023 @dreamlingbingo fill for square: A5 - Teasing

｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

“You wish…to court me?”

“Yep.” Hob says, popping the p. “We’re probably going to have to do it the old-fashioned way since you refuse to get a phone like the grumpy old man you are, but no matter. Expect lots of flowers, and chocolates, and a little teddy bear holding a heart. It’ll be delightfully tacky, as per the dating etiquette of this century.”

Dream stares at him for a long time.

“Alright.” Dream finally allows with a calculative tilt of his head, like Hob is a particularly difficult puzzle. “And how exactly do you plan to send me such things?”

“In my dreams.” Hob answers, wiggling his fingers all mysteriously, as if he has any control over that whatsoever. “So, buckle up, Nightmare King, because I’m about to woo the hell out of you.”

[mentallyinvernation]

Dreamling Bingo - Table Sex

There’s nothing explicit in this snip, all that comes directly after. This is just the soft squishiness that comes before. 

2023 @dreamlingbingo fill for square: D2 Table Sex

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“I…”

“Yes…?” Hob prompts with an easy smile, idly letting his fingers trail up and down Dream’s side, memorising the contours of his body, the line of his torso, down to the sharp angle of his hipbone. When he glances up, Dream’s frown has him withdrawing immediately. “What’s wrong? We can stop if you want. Just say the word.”

“No.” Dream says, legs tightening around Hob’s waist. “I…have not done this in a while. With past lovers, I was capable of transforming my physical form to better suit their preferences. I’m unable to ascertain yours nor meet them without the full extent of my power.”

Hob’s might shake him. Or kiss him. Possibly both.

“Oh, you silly twit.” He hears himself breathe, and Dream must catch it too because his face crinkles towards offence, but Hob kisses him again before he can get started on that. “I want you.” He breathes against pliant lips, and he means the words as sure as any oath as he presses their foreheads together. “I just want you.”

“Yes, I gathered as much.” Dream says, projecting his usual haughty smugness, but there’s a stilted undertone that Hob doesn’t like. “But I would…like to make this particular experience as enjoyable for you as possible.”

“I’m afraid that works both ways, love.” Hob chuckles, hands gliding up the side of Dream’s neck, cupping his jaw “My preference is you. No matter the shape, the form, the name, the century – it’s you. It’s always been you, and It’s always going to be you.”

“Careful with your words, Hob Gadling.” Dream warns in a husky murmur, staring at him through half-lidded lashes with a burning hunger. “Eternity is a long time to pledge yourself.”

Hob considers that.

“I’m always careful.” He whispers, and Dream’s eyes widen slightly at his seriousness.  

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Dreamling Bingo - Chains

I’ve had this wip for months, and it’s from a fic that’s probably going to be called Poppycock Wishes. It’s a Dream is a Genie AU. 

2023 @dreamlingbingo fill for square: C5 Chains

CW: enslavement I guess but in the genie sense?

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“What do you want to do?”

“Me?” The Stranger’s brows shoot towards the heavens. “You are the ruby bearer, are you not?”

“Well, yeah, but I also accidentally kept you in a drawer for a good three years, so I would understand if you would rather not stay with me.” He stresses, guilt still shredding his insides. “And quite frankly, I have no desire for you to – to serve me. So, if there’s a preferable course of action here, then I implore you to speak it.”

The Stranger looks utterly confused, to the point where Hob gets the impression this has never happened before.

“I am not at liberty to have a preference.” The Stranger eventually says. “Do what you will with the ruby.”

Hob quirks a challenging brow and dangles the gem in question threateningly above the open drawer. “Really? Okay, I guess I’ll just put this away again until I figure out –“

“Do not,” The Stranger growls, bristling with a sudden ferocious intensity, “put me back in that wretched compartment.”

“Alright.” Hob concedes softly. “Good. So, you do have a preference. Cough it up then.”

The Stranger levels him with a truly lethal look - one that suggests Hob is asking him to break several rules right now. “The choice is yours. I am to remain impartial. However, perhaps I might remind you that I am bound to grant the wish of whoever possesses the ruby, be their intentions good or bad.”

“Which do you think I have?”

“I think you’re unaware of the power you currently hold.”

Hob huffs, tossing the ruby onto the bed. The Stranger’s eyes track it as it sails through the air and lands somewhere within the rumpled sheets. “Look, you’ve already granted me eternal life. It would be – well, it would be downright greedy for me to ask for anything more, wouldn’t it? If I built a life entirely from wishes alone, what would be the point of it all? It’s the path of a cheater.”

“Then pass the ruby on to another.” The Stranger says, bland.

“And if they wish for the world to burn?”

The Stranger meets his gaze to answer with painful simplicity. “Then the world, Hob Gadling, would burn.”

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Dreamling Bingo - Omega Dream

A very small snippet for @dreamlingbingo for a currently unnamed fic

2023 Dreamling Bingo Fill for: C2 - Omega Dream.

CW: omegaverse dynamics

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“How long ago was your last heat?”

“Mm.” Dream thinks, idly trailing his fingers through the water. “Twenty-seven.”

“…Twenty-seven what? Days ago? Weeks?”

“Centuries.”

Holy fuck.

“Dream,” Hob manages, making a valiant effort to keep his voice a controlled calm. “I don’t presume to know the nature of your biology - Christ, I didn’t even realise you were an omega until thirty minutes ago, but I surely don’t need to tell you that a typical terrestrial heat cycle is once every few months?”

“I am aware. My corporal form is. Terrestrial-based.”

“Oh. Right. Good.” Hob says dumbly, letting his head fall back to blink in rapid succession at the ceiling, privately filing away the whole corporal form thing to be examined later when there isn’t an otherworldly omega in his bathtub. “So, just to clarify then, just to make sure we’re on the same page, you’re saying you haven’t had a heat since - since fucking B.C?”

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OR: Dream’s been stressed out for a very long time.

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Dreamling Bingo - Witcher AU

Summary: Dream is a Witcher from the School of Cats, but he’s runaway from that life to be a bard. Hob is a Witcher from the School of Wolves, and has no idea that the bard he’s grown close with is in fact also a Witcher. Funny ole world.

2023 @dreamlingbingo fill for square: B5 Witcher AU

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“He’s just a bard!” Hob shouts, thrashing against his binds to break free, the rope rubbing the skin of his wrists raw.

“Oh?” The blond says, tilting their head mischeviously at Dream. “Is that what you told him? All these lies, tut, tut, tut. How do you keep up with yourself? I mean, a bard, really? You?”

“Don’t.” Dream whispers, desperation wavering in his eyes. “Please, don’t.”

The blond puts on a mocking pout. “Do you think it’s true what they say? That us cats always land on both feet? I suppose there’s only one real way to find out.”

And Hob is helpless but to sit there and watch as Dream is pushed straight out the window.

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ANOTHER SNIPPET FOR THIS AU BECAUSE TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE.

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“Well, thank fuck you survived, Dream. Do you know how awful it would have been if you died and left me all by my lonesome with this wolf?”

Hob swallows the urge to bare his teeth.

“You pushed me.” Dream grits through his teeth, “out the window.”

The blond raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “You’re still in one piece, are you not?”

“What do you want, Desire?”

“What?” Desire drags out the word innocently, bringing a hand to their chest in earnest. “Can’t a concerned sibling check up on their brother from time to time? You don’t write, you don’t visit, I was beside myself with worry thinking you’d been ravaged by beasts of the night.” A wicked grin crawls onto red lips as they tilt a knowing look Hob’s way. “Though, I now see that’s perhaps not an outrageous assumption.”

Dream bristles. “I left for a reason.”

Desire pouts mockingly. “Oh, I know. But nobody truly leaves, do they? And you know, I really was quite distressed to have found out about this - “ they wave lazily between Dream and Hob. “- partnership of yours. To think that you’ve been gallivanting with wolves all this time - oh Mother will be heartbroken. To shame with you.”

“This has nothing to do with Hob. Leave him be.”

“Nothing to do with him? You know, I think he growled at me, Morpheus. Growled. Should I hiss back?”