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just-french-me-up · 9 months

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hey hi i'm buzzing with the need for dreamling fic recs if you would be so kind as to point me in your favorite direction pls pls pls

Oh friend, you asked and I shall ✨ deliver ✨

DREAMLING FIC RECS 🌻✨

of my misery make thy use by @qqueenofhades (Explicit - WIP - 129k so far - In Universe, but with some tweaks, Rescue fic) Dream is Roderick Burgess' prisoner, in all his silent, sullen, naked glory, and has given up on the thought of anyone ever helping him out of there. Even Hob Gadling. Especially Hob Gadling. In fact, he's quite sure the man never wants to speak to him ever again, regardless of his current predicament. A bummer, really, because he also happens to be married to him. (Listen that fic has slain me EVERY WHICH WAY, it has EVERYTHING, it will take you PLACES (literally), it's rewarding as fuck, has OCs to die for, just... just read it, ignore the WIP status, what's there is absolutely chef's kiss)

the unknown and static strange by @qqueenofhades (yes, again, listen, if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more bla bla bla) (Mature - WIP - 69K so far (nice) - Dubious AU status, Memento mets Academia, Modern day with a twist) Professor Robert Gadling, under cut rocking, weird dreams having, and trauma suffering, discovers a strange piece of undocumented art that seems to follow him everywhere he goes. The Regis Somnorum won't leave him alone, and as he tries to follow that thread, a whole mysterious tapestry unfolds, putting everything he knows, or thought he knew, into question. (This fic is a fucking delight, it's just KEEPS feeding you "oh shit" moments and suspense and revelations and the pacing just keeps you on the edge of your SEAT. Again, IGNORE the WIP status I BEG OF YOU, read it, devour it)

This Rough Magic by @avelera (Mature - WIP - 36k so far - Rescue fic with a twist) Hob Gadling never fancied himself a mage or a warlock, but dabbled enough in the occult to pick up a few tricks over the years, all in the hope to communicate with his Stranger. A stranger, he later discovers, who is trapped under Roderick The Fucking Magus Burgess's manor. Now, he may not be the best magic wielder there is.... but Burgess doesn't know that, does he? (There are some VERY clever things in this fic, everyone is written to a T, I love a fic where my loathing of Burgess can burn from the brightest flame and at the same time have him not like a cartoon villain but a full human being! Can't wait to see where that goes!)

if you just let me (have you, love you) by Lost_Elf (Explicit - 25k - Human AU - Adult Film Actors AU (I see you tumblr, restricting words these days, I see you) Both very prominent in their own niches of the Internet, Dom-BDSM-oriented Dream and Vanilla-centered Hob cross paths and plan what could be (or so their managers hope) the collab of the century. And they might learn a thing or two along the way. (Listen, I read this on a whim, I wasn't too into Human AUs at the time, I was up for some smut that day, and this fic is a LOT more wholesome than the subject lets on and really gripped me! Lots of very nice details in there! And also, you know.... smut)

by the minute by @issylra (Explicit - 11K - Human AU, Sex Phone Operator Dream) Dream has a bet with Desire : he has to manage a phone sex line for some time. He's not thrilled by it. Callers are... unimaginative and unoriginal, to say the least. Except one. He has a very nice voice. He's funny. And he sounds just about as lost as he is, in life. (The tags make it sound super raunchy but it's more about developping attraction through someone's voice and getting to know someone through the phone and falling in love and.... it's just lovely, it's very sweet, it's like a little blanket with a warm cup of tea, really)

Now I KNOW this is not what you EXPLICITELY asked for but.... dare I suggest..... something with an OC thrown in the mix? Cause that's just adding a fun player to the game, with added stakes, really!

as heart for heart, for loving me by @kittttycakes (hello darling) (Explicit - WIP but soon to be finished - 151k so far - Canon compliant - OT3 if there ever was one - How to polyamory, a guide for Dream of the Endless, a primordial being who needs to use his goddamn words) When Dream finds Hob at the New Inn, he's ready to open up a little. Be a friend. Be a little more than that, though he can't quite articulate it. The only issue with that is that Hob has a girlfriend. A live-in girlfriend. A very much serious girlfriend. Dream tries his darnest to hate her, and finds he can't quite bring himself to. (It's soft, it's lovely, it has angst, it has smut, it has fluff for days, it has developping relationships GALORE (plural) and it's just a nice read to switch up your rotation, cause the potential for situations is tripled now!)

#the sandman #sandman #dreamling #dream x hob #dream x hob gadling #fic recs #sandman fics #the sandman fics #sandman fanfiction #sandman recs #I'm waking my way through in the waking world we wait and we want cause i'm a fucking slow reader and it's a monster of a thing #but it's also v v v nice #my dyslexic brain is killing me but i'm still standing #anyway one day i'll make a rec of all the shorter e rated fics ive read for dreamling #cause there are a few and shorter fics also deserve a shoutout #you'll be BUSY dear asker #also thank you so much for asking me ????? idk where that came from but i'm FLATTERED #hope you havent read all of those already #but also that's me giving lil reviews to those writers cause!!! hey love yo work you know #also watch me write all those summaries and struggle to come up for ANYTHING when it comes to my own fics is2g #i'm the type of gal who reads one fic at a time so my reading list is fucking growing by the DAY

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sundriedsidneys · 2 years

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I love watching new players stretch their role playing legs bc I appreciate the difference in what experienced vs. beginner players focus on. Like yeah, getting an antler from a mystic hart was the end goal but also have you considered Oscar montoya’s hob x rue 4evr 600k word 45 chapter friends to lovers fanfic??????

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shadowgale96 · 4 months

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Imagining an actual plague god Xie Lian or plague calamity XL. His robes, more torn and tattered, but remain a crisp white. His long chestnut hair in its similar style draping over his body. He’s almost banshee like in appearance. He retains his bamboo hat along with a thin ethereal white veil that pours down the entire brim of the hat all the way to his feet. It coats him in a ghostly vestige.

His skin has a deathly pallor to it. He practically glows underneath the moonlight. However, This stark white is contrasted harshly against the Crimson on his face. He is a weeping creature. Tears of blood roll down the corners of his eyes like the black tear trails of a cheetah. His eyes themselves look undead. The whites are irritated and red, and his iris has an eerily blue tint to them now.

A multitude of swords protrude from his back like the spines of a lionfish. He can reach back and pull one from his very body to fight if confronted. He still has all the skill of a martial god making him a formidable foe.

They say poisonous flowers bloom down the trails he wanders. and if he ever touches you with his blackened fingertips you will contract human face disease.

#I would love more monster Xie Lian #Calamity Xie lian #plague god Xie Lian #Heaven official’s blessing #TGCF #hob #Xie lian

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doctor-rainbowfoxey · 1 year

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Dream and Harpy Hob Ink - Color Version is coming soonish

#hob gadling #dream of the endless #hob x dream #dreamling #morpheus x hob #the sandman #centennial boyfriends #monster fucker #monster hob #harpy

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gourmet-trash · 1 year

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this is probably gonna be less cohesive than the silly shit i usually post but i cannot stop thinking about it! as always highly, highly self indulgent.

So over the course of the last few months? Years maybe? Human time is ridiculous, frankly. But for however long it's been, it's obvious that they've developed some sort of function in their dysfunctional little group. Corinthian wouldn't say family, because they're not. Not him or Gadling, at least. And frankly Desire is closer in the bloodline, but they're all still tiptoeing around that point.

Well the rest of them are tiptoeing. Corinthian has made several very loud, very clear threats to indicate exactly where he stands on that front. It's one of the few things he and Dream readily and wholeheartedly agree on, actually.

Not the point.

The point is that whatever the hell it is they have, it's something. And it's...good, actually. Caring for things is something Corinthian knows he doesn't do well; it's either not at all or far, far, too much. To a point where it's usually better to shove it back down into the 'not at all' category. But the Walkers have wormed their way under his skin and burrowed too deep into whatever sort of heart he may have for him to deny that he keeps them there.

Sure, he's technically supposed to be doing the work of a Nightmare, pushing other humans to confront their (outrageously well founded, it turns out) fears of dentistry or some shit. But instead, he spends most of his time pushing the Walkers to overcome their fears of other things.

"Why the hell wouldn't you get that scholarship, Rosebud? I've seen the stuff you've written, and what you end up writing in the Library, and it's better than anything those other hacks would submit. Their prose is fucking awful."

"Jed, so help me God, if you spend one more day moping about that boy who looks like a damn toe, I'm gonna make him disappear so you might finally forgot about him!"

He figures he's all right, since Dream hasn't shooed him back out of the Waking World yet. Though there was a close call when he finally figured out about the whole "stabbing the immortal" thing. Apparently having explicit consent still wasn't enough to stab a guy? Ridiculous.

Gadling still lets him, of course. It's their thing.

It's also the only reason he continues to put up with the amount of stupid shit Gadling always feels compelled to talk about. Definitely the only reason.

"Stop making that face at me," he says without turning his head back towards the bar, instead watching Jed hurry to the back to get his bookbag out of Gadling's apartment. With a fucking key, mind you, because they're finally locking the damn door.

"Not sure what face you mean," Gadling lies, and sure enough, when Corinthian finally turns back, he's smirking at him. That annoying expression that says Gadling knows more than he should. Or, at least, that he thinks he does, and is wrong, which is more likely. Really.

Corinthian clicks his tongue, annoyed, and takes another sip of his beer. "You know, I think I remember you being less annoying when we met."

Gadling laughs outright at that. "Oh, really? Because that isn't how you acted."

"Didn't say how much less annoying."

Still chuckling, Gadling leans across the bar and kisses his cheek, because he's a pathetic sap. And Corinthian lets him, but only because why shouldn't he accept the attention of his hot bartender?

"I think it's sweet, is all," Gadling says when he leans back, of course after he's out of easy biting range.

Corinthian would roll his eyes if he had any. "What? Telling the kid to get his shit? Rose is gonna be here to pick him up any minute now."

Gadling is smirking at him again. "So?"

"So?" he repeats, scowling across the bar. "They're meeting that Lyta woman for dinner, and if Jed waits for Rose to get here to get his bag, she's gonna get distracted talking to you about some school shit, and then they're gonna go sprinting out of here late."

The way Gadling's expression softens does not make him any happier to be having this conversation.

"I know, Cor," he says, eyes crinkling in the corners, crows feet he's had since the fucking Middle Ages creasing the skin.

"Then why the hell are you--" the bell chiming over The New Inn's door cuts him off, and sure enough, Rose walks in, checking her watch as she goes. "Hey Rosebud," he calls, grateful for something else to talk about. Or at least someone else to talk to.

"Oh, hey! Is Jed ready?" she asks, looking around the pub.

As if summoned, her little brother -- who has gained several inches in height and will probably need new pants again, Corinthian realizes -- comes barrelling down the stairs and into the main room. "I'm here! I'm ready!"

Rose relaxes, smiling at him, but she turns towards the bar regardless. "Oh, by the way, Professor! I wanted to ask you about that--" "Rose, come on! I'm hungry!" Jed protests, pushing her towards the door.

"Ugh, fine! I'll email you, Professor!" she says waving at them both.

Despite all his previous urgency for dinner, it's Jed who turns around at the last minute and rushes back to the bar.

Corinthian raises an eyebrow. "You forget something kid?" he asks, only to find two gangly arms hooked around his waist in lieu of an answer, squeezing briefly but tightly.

Before he has a chance to figure out why the hell he's getting hugged, much less move to ask (or return it?), Jed is already rushing back out after Rose, calling over his shoulder, "Bye Uncle Cor!"

And just like that, they're out the door, bell jingling behind them, the chime of it ringing in his ears longer than he's ever heard it ring before. Corinthian doesn't even realize he's been staring, dumbfounded, at the spot where they'd last been until there's a warm hand on his forearm, seeping through his jacket and up to his elbow, drawing his attention.

Gadling's expression is soft again, but he can't find it in himself to be irritated by it. There's no room. Not when something else has started bubbling in his chest, effervescent and sharp and too hard to make sense of for him to try right now.

Gadling doesn't say anything, but when he leans across the bar again, Corinthian dips closer, feels lips against his forehead and warm, warm, warm.

He'll pick it all apart later, he knows. Tear at the nuance until there's nothing but shreds and doubt left behind. And further down, tucked away and rarely looked at, he suspects the Walkers will unknowingly bandage all those little shreds back together until there's nothing left to do but accept the way they've rebuilt their world and built all of them (him?) into it.

Whatever the hell it is they have is something good. And maybe even better than that.

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#I JUST DON'T THINK HE WOULD KNOW HOW TO DEAL OKAY?#fucking sad monster man getting called 'uncle' by his favorite child #he's going to use hob's credit card to overcompensate for his feelings #yes they live in a little apartment but maybe jed WANTS a basketball hoop?#hobrinthian #hob gadling #rose walker #the corinthian #jed walker #the sandman #fanfic #long post #again i'm so sorry for the length of these things

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xueyuverse · 2 months

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How can so many dirty things be said in a language that doesn't even exist?

I understand you Xie Lian, I also imagine a monster or an alien fucking me.

#tgcf #xie lian #hua cheng #hualian #heaven official's blessing #hob #tian guan ci fu #crown prince of xianle #mxtx tgcf #mo xiang tong xiu #monster fucker

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teejaystumbles · 4 months

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I forgot to share these sphinx!Hob sketches I did because of @moorishflower's great story The Riddle of the Sphinx. Give it a read! (His anatomy is hard to figure out 😅)

#hob gadling #dreamling #the sandman fanart #teejaystumbles #sketches #monsters #sphinx #mythical creatures

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casti-al · 1 year

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The king of nightmares and the shaper of forms they said...

(I just love drawing sharp teeth)

*insert predator noises here*

#digital art #fanart #dream of the endless #morpheus #the sandman #dream #dreamling #Hob loves his eldritch monster

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kirah69 · 1 year

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Nightmares and sex dreams

Nightmare x Hob x Dream

Warnings: tentacle sex, monsterfucking.

The thin tentacle pulls out and the thickest one finally forces its way into his hole. Hob throws his head back and moans deeply. He holds onto anything he can, but everything is smooth and slippery and it’s hard to keep a grip. The tentacles surround him everywhere, not only holding his body in the air, almost upside down, but they’re caressing him, jerking his hard cock, flicking his nipples, fucking into his mouth. They’ve been provoking his arsehole with very thin tentacles for long minutes now, and they’re finally going to fuck him properly. Hob is overwhelmed by so much stimulation, but he doesn’t even think about getting away, it feels just too good.

“Are you enjoying your nightmare, Hob?”

From the edges of the nightmare Dream is watching him. He’s been there for a while, but he didn’t want to intervene. The way Hob interacts with his dreams and nightmares is beautiful and something very few humans achieve. It’s not lucid dreaming, not exactly; he can’t control the dreams, but he can interact with them in a way that makes dreams and nightmares want to bend to his wishes. And so this nightmare, which was created to sunk ships and terrify her victims under the water, has brought Hob to the shore and has turned herself into an erotic dream, which was definitely not her intended purpose.

Hob watches him with his head upside down, confused for a moment. Then the tentacle pulls out of his mouth and he can smile as brightly as always.

“Stranger! Now this is the perfect dream,” he says with red, used lips. Hob extends his arm over his head and grabs Dream by the lapel of his long cloak. Dream goes willingly.

“You certainly are a wonder, Hob Gadling. Turning a nightmare into your personal wet dream,” he says with awe in his voice.

But Hob isn’t listening, he opens Dream’s pants and pulls his cock out. His mouth is already open and salivating. Dream shouldn’t allow this; Hob doesn’t know he’s real, that he’s the same Stranger he met with a few days back in the New Inn –Dream should have told him his name back then. If he finds out some day, Hob may consider that Dream took advantage of him. But he’s so eager, taking his cock in his mouth without thinking twice.

Dream shouldn’t be affected by this, he usually isn’t, but the arousal imbued in the dream is intoxicating. He can feel the tentacles sliding over Hob’s body, toying with him, his overstimulated nipples, the suckers suckling onto his hard cock, the tentacle opening his insides –he can feel both, the tentacle inside him and the tight, warm inside wrapping around her. It’s honestly hard to stay unaffected like this, so he lets Hob such his dick. He’s so eager and talented, working so hard despite the uncomfortable position. His tongue licks around his shaft and head as his lips suck him in until the tip hits the back of his throat. Dream can see the bulge his cock makes in his throat and caresses it with the tips of his fingers. He slides them down his chest, and the tentacles get out of his way. When his hand drapes around his dripping cock along with the tentacle, Hob moans with Dream’s dick still inside his mouth and thrusts against his hand.

“Do you often dream of me, Hob?” Dream asks.

He could look it up for himself, barely a thought, but he prefers to hear it from Hob. The human can’t talk right now with his mouth full of cock, but Dream can hear his thoughts anyway. So much! All kinds of dreams! There’s no week I go without dreaming of you, you’re my obsession.

Dream feels a little bad now, Hob would have never told him something like this in the Waking, but at the same time that insecure part of himself, that he’d never admit to, has fallen blissfully silent.

“Obsessed with me, hm? I see.” He gives a twist to his wrist, and Hob’s hips shake, his cock dripping a thick bead of pre-cum.

Yes, yes! Please, fuck my mouth, please, Hob asks, pressing his hip with his hand, trying to make him move. Dream obliges him and starts moving his hips. He doesn’t hold back, that’s not what Hob wants. Dream fucks his mouth fast and hard, bottoming out with every thrust, but he wills the dream (nightmare, he remembers) to avoid excessive pain and just give the human what he wants. Hob is wiggling uncontrollably in the hold of the tentacles. However, he’s not trying to get away, the pleasure is just so intense he can’t stay still.

My Stranger, please, please, let me cum, I’m gonna explode! Hob’s begging carries so much sentiment Dream can’t deny him.

“Very well. Cum for me, Hob Gadling, cum for your Stranger.” It’s not even a name, but it has more weight for Dream than most of the others already.

He works along with his nightmare’s tentacle to bring Hob to his climax. Thick ropes of cum stain Hob’s chest and some of the tentacles surrounding it. Hob moans around Dream’s cock and the Endless feels the need to come himself. He could avoid it, he has full control of his body, but why would he if he knows Hob would enjoy it too.

“I am close too, Hob. I am going to cum in your mouth,” he states, not a question, and Dream can feel the thrill going through the dream at Hob’s eagerness.

He thrusts deep once again and pulls his cock out just enough to let Hob taste his seed as it flows into his mouth. Hob moans again with a delighted hum, and his cock starts filling again. Dream pulls out and some cum drips over the edge of Hob’s mouth, but he hurries up to lick it. He’s swallowed up to the last drop.

“Nn… s’ good…” Hob sighs, both exhausted and satisfied with a little smile on his lips. “Nhah! Fuck!” He moans when the thick tentacle inside his arse moves. He had totally forgotten about that.

“Look at you. You still want more, huh? You did not have enough.” He slides his fingers over the cum on his belly and flicks Hob’s new erection. It jumps to his attentions.

“Ngh! Yes! Fuck me, Stranger, please.” He grabs Dream’s cloak and yanks it toward him desperately. “It’s always so good, I need it!”

Hm, so Dream doesn’t have to ask him what kind of dreams he has with him. He should take a look at them after this (for research purposes only).

“As you wish, my Hob.”

Hob yelps as the tentacles pull him upwards and arrange him so his ass is exposed to Dream at the perfect angle, his back turned to him, his knees flexed and thighs wide spread. The way he’s presented, the human is nothing more than a hole to fuck and by the way he swears by “Jesus’ finger nails”, he seems to like it a lot. Neither of them has ordered the nightmare to do this, but she seems to know pretty well what Hob likes. Dream wonders how many times she has visited his dreams. Given that she’s related to sinking ships, he has a guess about when it started. He’ll think about that later, though, he has more pressing matter at hand.

He gets closer to Hob and runs his hands over the exquisite plains of his back. His wide shoulders, marked muscles, little scars here and there –most of them old, he’s led a tranquil life lately. The tentacle in his arse pulls out, and Dream presses his cock against the gaping hole.

“Yesss… Oh, love,” Hob moans, tensing against the hold of the tentacles keeping him firmly in place.

Dream goes slowly but doesn’t stop until he’s buried to the balls. He pulls a little out and back inside. It’s tight around him, but there’s no resistance. It could be enough, but… He leans down and caresses Hob’s ear with his lips, making him shudder.

“That tentacle left you so open I do not think my cock is enough, do you?” he whispers against his ear. “Maybe you need a little more, do not you think?”

Hob lets out a little whine and nods eagerly. Dream can hear a litany of “yes, please” in his mind. Without more prompting, a new tentacle, thinner than the first, stretches Hob’s hole and slides inside, wrapping around Dream’s dick, doubling its size. Hob’s body twitches and tenses for a moment, but soon he’s moaning of pleasure. It’s so big his arse is stretched to the limit, but the slick of the tentacle is lubing the way. Something is pulsing inside him, but he’s not sure if it’s the tentacle or himself. He loves the feeling, but he loves even more having his Stranger behind him, inside him. He feels his hands holding onto his hips and waits for it. His Stranger pulls out slowly, and it feels so weird as the several loops of the tentacle pass through his rim. Then, suddenly his Stranger thrusts in, and his eyes roll back into his head.

“Ngh! Yeeess! Fuck! Don’stop luv, pleaseee!” he begs when his brain comes back online. The feeling is incredible, and he wants more, more, more of it.

Dream obeys, he can’t deny anything to his human right now. He grips his hips tightly and starts fucking him just as he had done with his mouth. It’s so much tighter now, but he makes sure to not hurt him in any way he doesn’t want. He can do anything in his Realm after all, he could open him with dozens of tentacles and still Hob wouldn’t feel any unwanted pain.

“You are taking it so well,” he murmurs, knowing Hob listens to him by the way the dream brightens around them. “You are so good for me, Hob. My good, precious human.”

Hob whines and buries his face against the mass of tentacles in front of him, but the dream thrums with happiness. Dream can feel the love that pours out of him in waves. It’s so warm and intense it feels overwhelming. He knew Hob had feelings for him, it was obvious, but he didn’t know they were so deep. He can’t learn of them like this, it’s not fair. Hob would hate him for such intrusion in his emotions, he may even believe he has manipulated him, and then… then this would be over. Not friends, nor lovers; not dreams, nor centennial dates. Nothing.

“THIS DREAM IS OVER!

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Hob wakes with a start. He’s panting and sweating, the bed feels like a furnace so he kicks the covers away. His underwear is drenched in cum, and he’s still hard.

“Damn… that was a dream,” he sighs. Everything is still so vivid in his mind, it felt so real. He’s used to dreaming with that octopus-like monster, he always enjoys it so much, but his Stranger isn’t usually there. He’s glad though, after all he got to hear those words from him. It was just a dream, but that has been all he’s had for centuries.

He ponders between having a wank or taking a cold shower since he can’t go back to sleep like this. He looks at the alarm clock, still one hour to get up. The wank wins.

The memories from the dream refuse to leave him like it usually happens during the day, and it’s hard to give lessons with those images in his mind. He manages, centuries of experience, you know. He’s at his limit by the end of the day, though. He walks home faster than usual, and as he enters through the front door he’s ready to take off his clothes and get the dildo from the bedside table.

“Hello, Hob Gadling.”

Hob is startled so badly he hits the table in the hallway with his leg and several trinkets and picture frames fall to the floor.

“Fuck! Shit!” He tries to save one last framed photo and breathes deeply to calm himself. “Sorry, ah… Wasn’t expecting that.” He walks into the living room and can’t help but smile when he sees his Stranger. He’s dressed in his previous black coat, not the long cloak he had in his dream, but apart from that he looks the same. Hob shakes his head to dislodge the thoughts of that dream, not the moment. He can already feel the warmth on his face, though, so he’s sure it’s red.

“You said I could come whenever I wanted.”

“Yes, of course, and I mean it. I just didn’t think it’d go from once every hundred years to just a month. The change is welcome, though.” There’s a soft smile, almost imperceptible, in his Stranger’s lips. Hob revels in it. “May I offer you something? Coffee, tea, wine?”

“Actually, I came to offer you something,” his Stranger says and seems to stretch his back a bit more.

“So not a social visit? Okay, what is it?” He was honestly curious, the last time his Stranger had offered him something, Hob had become immortal.

“I want to offer you my name. I realized I forgot to tell you last time as was my intention.”

Hob’s heart starts beating faster. He’s been waiting for this for six hundred years, to have a name for his Stranger to, well, stop calling him Stranger.

“Well? How may I call you?” He asks, seeing as his Stranger doesn’t seem in a hurry to say it.

“I am known by many names: Lord Morpheus, Oneiromancer, the Prince of Stories, Lord Shaper, the Sandman… but my closest ones call me Dream, Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams and Nightmares, ruler of the Dreaming.”

It’s not hard to connect all his Stranger- Dream’s titles, his name itself, with the moment he chooses to reveal them. Hob’s face goes from red to pale in a matter of seconds.

“So… last night…”

“That was me. As real as I am in front of you.”

“Okay, okay, am…” He rubs his face with one hand, trying to assimilate in seconds that he had real monsterfucking sex with his Stranger. He was there, he lived that, he saw all that. For all that’s holy! He saw Hob enjoy being fucked by a giant octopus and beg for his cock like a slut. But he also fucked him, so maybe… “I’m not sure if you’re mad, and this is a way to tell me to fuck off or…”

“I am not mad at you, Hob Gadling. All I did in your dream –nightmare, actually– was on my own volition. I cannot say the same about you, though. You did not know I was real, I took advantage of you.”

“But you’re not mad, are you? You’re not going to disappear for the next century and a half or longer, right?” he asked, he needed to make sure.

“No, Hob, I am not mad, and I am not going to disappear. Unless you want me to. As I said, you were unaware of my presence in your dream so what I did to you-.”

“Hey, Dream, stop berating yourself. I get it, consent issues, but I really don’t care, I forgive you. But you… you wanted to do that, right? It wasn’t… my doing.”

Dream’s shoulders fall slightly, losing part of their tension. It’s barely noticeable, but Hob always pays close attention to him.

“No, Hob, you do not have that kind of control over me. All I did was because I wanted to. However, there is something else.” Dream presses his lips closed, and Hob waits patiently as he looks for the right words. What could be worse than being caught fucking with a tentacle monster? “Since I was in your dream, I was able to feel your feelings clearly. I knew you had feelings for me, but I wasn’t aware of their depth.”

“Oh. I see.” So that was the problem, his feelings. You dare suggest one such as I might need your companionship. His words echo in his mind threateningly. “I’m so sorry for that, but you don’t have to worry about my feelings, I won’t act on them,” he hurries to clarify, a deep fear of losing Dream again gnawing at his very heart. “You can just forget it, I understand they’re not welcome.”

“Actually… Hob,” Dream takes a step closer, and Hob feels the urge to run away. He doesn’t want to hear his rejection, he doesn’t want to live with that for the rest of eternity. “I wanted to ask you if you would like to explore those feelings with me.”

Hob blinks several times and looks at Dream with wide eyes. He’s not sure if he’s heard right. That definitely didn’t sound like a rejection, though.

“Are you… Are you asking me to date you?” he asks unsure.

“It wouldn’t be traditional human dating, but I suppose the concept is the same.” There’s a slight color rising to Dream’s cheeks. He seems… shy?

“Oh, love…” he walks up to Dream in two strides and holds his face with both hands. “It sounds stupid to ask after what we’ve done, but… may I kiss you?”

A soft smile tilted his lips slightly upward, and the stars in his eyes (because Hob is sure now they are actual stars) shine brightly.

“You may kiss me, Hob Gadling.”

And Hob does, he kisses Dream with all the love he’s been harboring for him for the past few centuries. Dream’s arms come around him, and he gets to hug him for the first time. It should be nothing compared to what they had done in his dream, but it somehow feels so much more important.

“I will date you, love. Anything you want,” Hob whispers against his lips, unwilling to pull away just yet. “And you have my permission to come into my dreams whenever you want, though I can’t promise they’ll be so… entertaining all the time.”

“I am sure your dreams are always interesting, dear Hob, they are yours after all.”

Hob smiles like a bright sun and kisses him again just because he can.

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