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[abyssalcryptid]

He makes himself lighter as he mounts Hob, letting his legs rest on either side of him, barely sitting on Hob's slightly propped-up legs. From here, he enjoys the view, taking his sweet time studying Hob's face.

On AO3: Haunt Me in My Sleep (tumblr) by @staroftheendless

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cw: consensual somno

[gabessquishytum]

Had an omegaverse AU idea that feels like it might feel at home in your inbox, so here we go...

Hob is a pretty chill alpha who is happy with all kinds of partners. That's how he ends up in bed with an omega who asks him if Hob might be okay with a special kink of him. The guy likes to act like an alpha, and to make the fantasy complete, Hob acts like an omega. The thing is, while Hob just went along with it, he really really likes it. Oops, kink acquired. Hob doesn't mind, but it's a hard one to do by himself or one he can find a partner for, so Hob goes to a professional instead.

Dream is said to be awesome with roleplay and weird kinks and Hob learns firsthand that it's true. Being with Dream is so much better than it was with the other guy, after all, he really is an alpha and he certainly has a way of making Hob feel like an omega. Over time, Hob gets so into it that he's happy to act like Dream's perfect little slut and he loves when Dream acts like he's breeding him, whispering in his ear how well Hob takes him and how he's going to fill him up with his come.

They have a lot of fun until Hob has to cancel their meeting over getting sick. He felt a little weird for a while, but now he begins to worry over his weird symptoms and almost loses his shit when the doc begins a line of questioning about his sex life to the point of asking if he might be pregnant. Like, he's an alpha, that doctor is insane.

Hob leaves, but when Dream asks how he's doing, he has to admit that he still doesn't know what's going on. When Hob talks about his weird doc, Dream suggests another doctor and offers to come along. That's how they end up in front of Lucienne, who tells Hob that he is indeed pregnant. Turns out that while he has a dick, he also has all the necessary organs to actually have a baby. The only reason he got away with it so far is that he presented as alpha.

Lucienne is actually quite interested how Hob managed to present as omega all of a sudden, and when Hob admits to his "little kink", it all makes sense. Since Hob was so into it and Dream did such a good job with the roleplay, he accidentally bitched Hob so well that they didn't even notice the change, and since they kept fucking like bunnies, they made an oopsie.

Imagine Hob finding out that from one moment to the other he's a pregnant omega because he really loved Dream's dirty talk and getting knotted over and over again by such a nice and hot alpha. Meanwhile, Dream is losing his mind because they can't be serious. Yes, he totally loved the idea of Hob being his perfect little omega but it was just pretend. There's no way Hob would want a messy whore like him as his baby daddy. Right?

This is SO GOOD. Kink acquisition + accidental pregnancy is such an excellent concept.

I'm fascinated by the changes that would happen both in and outside Hob’s body. Now that he knows what's happening to him, he is more easily able to observe his symptoms. Of course the pregnancy kind of heightens everything, but there's also other stuff. A subtle shift in both his appearance and his scent. Wider hips, a difference in weight distribution around his body. People begin to treat him slightly differently, too. In public, alphas hold doors open for him and offer to carry heavy items for him. Instead of avoiding him, young omegas see him as a safe space and will ask him for help in public settings. Hob doesn't expect the euphoria that all of these small things provide, but he truly does find himself living more happily. Being a pregnant omega is maybe exactly what he's wanted to be for his whole life, even if he didn't know it.

The only trouble is Dream. Hob is convinced that Dream doesn't want to have anything to do with him or the baby. He obviously must just see Hob as a particularly weird client. He's been particularly standoffish, almost cold, and Hob is devastated but resigned to the idea that he'll be a single parent. He keeps Dream informed about the baby throughout his pregnancy though, just in case!

They're both very stupid, honestly. They could totally be together, preparing for a happy life with their baby, but both of them have so little self esteem! Neither can believe that they'd be wanted. Lucienne is banging her head on her desk after every doctor's appointment (Dream attends every one with Hob) because she can see that they're so compatible!!! They're basically true mates!!! Dream’s dick was so magic that it changed Hob’s secondary gender, of course they're destined to be together!!!!!

I fully believe that in the late stages of his pregnancy Hob would snap, though. He's SO pregnant and hormonal and overwhelmed. He's only been an omega for 5 minutes and the adjustment is so hard. His patience wears thin and he eventually begs Dream to just give him and their baby a chance. He NEEDS his alpha. He NEEDS Dream to step up.

And Dream, bless him, doesn't have to be asked twice. He does such a good job of stepping up that he sends Hob into early labour by knotting him so thoroughly. That dick truly is magic! Ultimately it all works out fine - their baby is perfect, despite their unexpected entrance to the world. Hob is exhausted and delighted as he feeds his child. Dream will need to look for a new job, but he's never been more content.

Hob really was the omega that the universe made just for him.

[smutoftheendless]

Smune Day 01 - candles

Hob closes his apartment door with a sigh, glad that it's the weekend and he finally has time to rest. At least for a second. Then, he notices quiet music playing. Something he bought years ago for meditation but never used in the long run.

Following the sound, Hob finds his living room lit with candlelight, coming from every candle and little stump he had somewhere lying around, all of them arranged around the room on any doable surface. And in the midst of it, on his not-so-comfortable couch, Dream is sprawled out in an outfit that Hob has literally dreamt about, yesterday night.

"D- Dr- D-" Hob stutters, unable to even get the name out.

"Hello Hob," Dream says, confident as ever and as if this was the same as any of their other meetings. It was not.

"What-" Hob manages, but gets stuck again, his brain melting as his eyes roam over every inch of Dream's body.

He's wearing freaking lingerie. Hob can see miles and miles of smooth naked skin, covered by either nothing or an intricate pattern of flimsy lace that could give way under exploring hands way too fast.

Getting up, Dream has Hob know how much trouble he is in. Dream wears actual heels, walking over to Hob with soft clicks on the floor, and Hob's eyes wander from the shoes upward, Dream's long legs covered by black stockings that are held up by garters, disappearing under a lace skirt.

If Hob looked a little closer, he knows he could see through it, but he's distracted by the sway of Dream's hips and the fact that he can see the Lord of Dream's belly button surrounded by crisscrossing lines of fabric.

"You know I usually do not pry. Your dreams are your own after all," Dream says, now right in front of Hob and leaning in to catch his eyes. "But last night, your dreams were quite loud."

Hob knows he can't die. Not by drowning, burning alive, or poisoning. Hell, even an axe to the neck didn't kill him, but the wave of heat going through his body now, the visceral manifestation of shame building in his core and reaching out to every fiber of his being, that's what might finally do him in.

Yesterday, Hob's dreams weren't just loud, they were filthy, letting him wake up with damp underwear for the first time ever since his teenage years, and he remembers every detail.

Dream was there, in exactly the outfit he's wearing now, but in a few different positions. On his knees, looking up at Hob through thick lashes and those pink lips wrapped firmly around Hob's dick. On all fours, holding his ass up high while Hob held onto his hips for leverage, driving himself deep into Dream's slick hole, over and over again. On top of Hob, Dream's body becoming one fluid motion as all his muscles work for one goal - lifting himself up enough so he can fall back down on Hob's cock, hand flat on Hob's chest, his fingers digging into hair and skin, until Dream's cock throbs, shooting hot ropes of come all over Hob's belly.

"I want to fulfill those dreams," Dream says, putting his arms around Hob's neck, his body melting against Hob's, rubbing against the growing bulge in his jeans, as Dream leans in to whisper in Hob's ear. "Do you want me to do to you what I did in those dreams?"

"Yes," Hob huffs, the word breaking out of him like lava from a volcano, no force in the world able to stop it. "Yes, I do. Please."

It's the last thing Hob says for a while. His next words are a very enthusiastically shouted "Fuck!" as he comes, followed by a whispered "I love you." that Dream kisses from his lips to hold dear and savor until he gives it back.

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[valeriianz]

I admit that I'm not 100% familiar with everything you have written, so pls ignore if such a fic exists already, but ...

would you ever write a dreamling sugar baby AU kind of thing?

no worries haha <3

im actually not sure... i've read so many good ones that i've never really felt that itch.

if i were to write it, my version would be celebrity!Dream spoiling his normie boyfriend Hob. taking him out to lavish dinners or getting him styled by top designers, being Dream's plus one (arm candy) on red carpet events. and Hob just dazzled and awe-struck by it all, loving it of course. he still has that knee jerk reaction of,

"Dream, hon, I really don't need this. It's too much-"

"Do you want it?"

"Oh, I mean- it's lovely, but when would I ever have the occasion to wear this?"

"We'll make occasions."

'Would You Ever...'

[immacaria]

❄️ and 🌈 ?? 👀 *grabby hands*

❄️ Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing:

"You know," the younger girl started, carefully cleaning around the burn wounds her older sister had made. She smelled and acted a lot like Hob, but there was something under the surface, something hidden from everyone - And, perhaps, even herself - that made Dream think about a dormant volcano. Full of power, but peaceful and kind. "My older brother really, really likes you."

Dream only nodded, watching her with curiosity.

"And I know you like him too, don't you?" He nodded again, feeling like this moment was too precarious and sensible for him to speak. "I know you had no intention of hurting him last time, that you thought you were doing the best for everyone, even if you weren't." A grimace distorted his features for a moment, the consequences of their "break-up" still too fresh on his memory.

"I assure that the intention of hurt-" Dream started, feeling his throat constrict to the point of almost suffocation.

"I know!" The girl interrupted, flashy brown eyes finally lifting up to stare at icy blue ones and Dream finally understood why Hob always said his younger sister was the most like their mother. They shared the same fierceness deep within. "But Hob suffered too much after Dad was gone and Milla suffered watching him suffer!"

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP:

"I hate that part," Pete said beside Tom, his body quickly moving away as Tom turned around to look at him. "What? You like it?" His voice was hoarse and low, his hair sticking in every possible direction. He looked absolutely wrecked.

"No, no," Tom said slowly, trying to fight the images appearing behind his eyelids every time he blinked. "I hadn't read this part yet. First time reading this," he explained, feeling his ears heating up as he settled beside Pete again.

"Really? Because this look old," he said as he motioned to the yellow and crippled pages of his book.

"It was my mother's," and it truly was, but it was not the first time Tom read that book. Its pages were all familiarised with him, the margins were full of his handwriting and post-its were littered through it. "Where did you read it?"

"Carole," Pete answered, moving closer to him and curling around his side, way too comfortable and satisfied around a guy that faked to be his boyfriend for weeks. "She loves this book."

Thank you for the ask, beloved 🫶🫶🫶! Both the fics are still on planning/initial writing stage lol but one day I will get them out there

[lenreli]

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[cuubism]

Where would I start if I wanted to get into silly rabbit AU? because it feels like something I need in my life right now. do I just dive in anywhere or is there some form of order?

everything is in the '#silly rabbit au' tag and i think we've all been pretty consistent in tagging it! as far as order... the story doesn't have much of a strict order at the moment, it's just random ficlets, it's probably easiest to just go through the tag chronologically :) then the associated art pieces will be nearby and such

i hope you enjoy the strange chaos XD

[issylra]

Have you ever considered not murdering people (me included) with Ferdie gifs? 😅😄 (not really complaining though 👀)

I want to say I'm sorry, but that would be a bold-faced lie. The best part of my Fridays now is seeing all of my own gifsets repeating over and over on my dash 😂

[virgo-dream]

🐹 cute though, and nice, funny, creative 😄 I'm gonna stop now before Kai comes after me. anyway, a lovely day to you, Dreamlord ❤

aaaah Cara, du machst mich rot!!! 🤭

But on a serious note, both you and Jules are setting me up for failure by saying I’m funny. My humour doesn’t translate nearly as well irl as it does here dkdkdkddkdk but you can always count on me for a mediocre joke! 💖

….wait did you just say I’m not intimidating??????

[original post]

[serenailith]

wip word search game round ii

the lovely @staroftheendless​ tagged me in the wip word search game,

love (chapter two of i’ll take care of you)

“You two fight, but you’re still his sibling. He still loves you.”

wonder (untitled surprise child acquisition fic)

Most nights, he goes to bed wondering what could have been.

worry (next part to “it was a piece of cake (but making a cake’s not easy)”)

It’s been nine hours, and Hob is starting to worry.

mine (sequel to “i’m lying just to keep you here”)

Hob silently pleads God, dream of mine, do it again and again.

hard (untitled dark fic)

The man who’d taken him, who’d lied, removes his arms from around his waist and lets him drop to the hard floor.

touch (untitled bdsm fic)

Dream lets long fingers trail along the expanse of Hob’s back, and Hob shudders beneath the cool touch.

i... have no idea who to tag, so i’m tagging anyone who sees this!

your words are weight, flush, light, stroke, wild, night

[rooftopwreck]

💌⭐️ Send this to your emotional support mutuals, who make your day brighter ⭐️💌

u & me 🥰

[gabessquishytum]

It's 4 am for me, so great time for incoherent horny thoughts 😅

What if Dream can't just shape his own body in the waking world but also other people's bodies as long as the person "dreams" enough about it? So when Dream fucks Hob silly one day, Hob goes into some in between state halfway to dreaming, and his kinks come out.

He thinks about Dream breeding him, and he starts talking about it, pictures in his mind, and finally he pretty much begs for it. Of course it's just a game for him, and he just likes to get filled up, but Dream is determined to be the best boyfriend ever and fulfil Hob's wishes. He shapes Hob's body enough to make a pregnancy possible and fills Hob up.

That goes on for some weeks and Hob is just happy that Dream goes along with his kink, until he starts to feel weird. His chest feels a little tender, he gets so tired for no reason and he has to pee all the time. He mentions it to Dream who just smiles all big and puts a hand on his belly all excited. "You must be happy that it finally took."

It takes about an hour for Hob to understand and process what Dream is telling him, but then he's back on Dream's dick (who has to promise not to breed him again, even when Hob begs. one baby is enough - for now)

This is my favourite kind of accidental pregnancy, ngl. And I do love it when Dream is clueless about how humans ought to behave to each other. Why wouldn't Hob be pleased about all his pregnancy dreams coming true? Why wouldn't he enjoy his brand new shiney uterus?

Probably the weirdest part of it all is that Hob IS pleased. Finding out that his kink just came true is obviously a shock, but mostly he's just devastatingly turned on by the revelation. He strips off all his clothes and has a good old look at himself in the mirror, and he really loves what he sees. Honestly, how did he not notice the changes before? His hips are broader than they used to be, and his sore chest is starting to get puffier than usual. If he stands to the side he can maybe discern a little roundness to his belly (although who knows, it could just be breakfast). Dream comes up behind him and holds him with his hand possessively over where his womb must be inside. Poor Hob has never felt such a wave of horniness come over him so strongly before. He has to beg Dream to take him to bed.

When he's finally seated on Dream’s cock, desperately nudging himself up and down while Dream touches his belly, he's whispering - "You'll give me another one, won't you love? And another after that? Keep me full of your children?" And Dream whimpers softly, and realises that perhaps kinks may be just a little bit contagious.

[valeriianz]

If we met, we'd probably end up talking about fic ideas (and unfinished wips 😅)

discussing the might-have-beens! oh! we can grieve together. (and then come up with even more fic ideas that neither of us will probably write lol)

this is pretty standard with any time ive met up with another fandom writer irl... and its always a good time :D

if we met in real life...

[tj-dragonblade]

Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by the fabulous @seiya-starsniper, thank you! Posting up a whole snippet because I feel like it:

= "Next week is just fine," he agrees.

"Excellent," the mechanic says, beaming brightly, and Dream's mouth goes dry.

He is so unfairly beautiful.

The mechanic is talking now to the American who is entering Dream's work order and Dream drinks in the sight of him greedily, committing every detail to memory—the brush of silver at his temples, the crows' feet blooming at the corners of his eyes with every smile, the dimple in his chin just visible as a darkening of the scruff that adorns his jaw so beautifully. His arms flex prettily as he points to the screen and his voice is strong yet soft and warm like honey; Dream sneaks a glance at his backside when he turns to the printer and finds the suggestion of shapeliness beneath the loose fit of the coveralls. Dream imagines, helplessly, buttocks and strong thighs covered in hair to match those exposed forearms, and barely stifles a whimper.

This man is absolutely exquisite, and Dream wants him.

Badly.

"Alright, Mr. Atelíotes, let me get your signature here," the mechanic says cheerfully, oblivious to the tempest he has stirred within Dream as he hands him the printed work order and a pen. =

Tagging, no obligation, etc, share your last lines whether written or drawn: @chaosheadspace @staroftheendless @valeriianz @kydrogendragon @aquilathefighter @teejaystumbles @zzoomacroom

[disc0bandit]

This was written by @staroftheendless, I just drew it. Thanks for writing this, Cara

[cuubism]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

tagged by @lalaithquetzallicaresi to post a snippet except i'm a day late ❤️

still trying to finish a ficlet about an au where humans can't touch the Endless without going mad

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In 1889, Hob tried to touch him. Just to lay their hands together on the table. Just to say, I know there’s something there between us and whatever it is, I’m telling you that I see it. Hob reached. His stranger yanked his hands back. He stood up, eyes flashing. Hob understood how colossally he’d fucked up before his stranger spoke a word. Before he stormed out, taking Hob’s hope that this might be anything with him. He had the strangest dream that night. The only one of his stranger that could not actually be of his stranger. It must have been a fabrication of Hob’s mind, that time. A way to provide himself with closure that he wasn’t going to get otherwise. In the dream, they were sitting again in the White Horse. Hob reached out his hands, palms up. His stranger hesitated. He did not look offended, this time. He looked—afraid. And wanting. Slowly he reached out his hands, and laid them in Hob’s.

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tagging @five-and-dimes @staroftheendless @omgcinnamoncakes ✨