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[littledreamling]

Um... Who's your friend?

Finally got around to making some Sandman art. I don't know why it took so long, these idiots have been rotting my brain for months...

(Bonus skritch because when I finished the first one I sat back and all I could see was the meme)

[littledreamling]

[littledreamling]

Off Book

Sometimes shit gets stuck in my head and I just gotta get it out. Dreamling, human au, soft smut, read on AO3.

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There is a script.

There is always a script, for everything and anything, even if Dream doesn’t always know what that script is. Sometimes he gets the words mixed up, or he gets the words right but the cadence wrong, and he’s left floundering until someone decides to cut him out of the dialog completely. 

Which. Hurts. But he gets it.

There is a script for this too.

Hob moving on top of him, hands on his hips to pull Dream back onto his cock with each thrust while Dream’s fingers curl around his shoulders. The bedframe is making little thuds against the wall, and Hob’s breath is hot as he pants next to Dream’s ear. Dream is biting his lip, because sometimes silence is more acceptable than the wrong line, and he feels the way his breath hisses through his teeth on a particularly strong thrust. Despite his best efforts, a needy, desperate whine escapes his throat. 

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Hob rasps, keeping his rhythm as he speaks, pulling back just slightly to glance at Dream’s face.

There is a right answer to his question.

Dream knows what he’s supposed to say. He knows it from porn, from oversharing friends, from partners who tried to spoon feed him his lines- You like it like this, right? I know this is what you want, I know this is what you need- until all he had to do was nod along. He knows what he’s supposed to say, he knows what’s expected, he knows the script here.

“Softer.”

He chokes the word out, and he thinks if Hob hadn’t had their faces pressed together it might have gone unheard, he might have had a second chance to get it right, to say what he knows he was supposed to- harder, faster, more- instead of pathetically pleading for the wrong thing. There are tears welling in his eyes and his breath catches in his throat as he feels Hob still. Maybe this isn’t the end. Maybe he will just have to endure rolled eyes and pointed questions designed to let him know exactly how ridiculous he was being, perhaps a few sharp comments about how weird and stupid he was. He would endure it all, gladly, to not be pushed away.

“Of course, love.”

Dream gasps, eyes snapping open when he hadn’t even been aware of clenching them closed in the first place. A tear escapes as he blinks in surprise, looking up at Hob’s gentle gaze. A flash of sadness crosses his face, followed by shining compassion as he leans down to kiss the corner of Dream’s eye, “Anything you want, sweetheart. That’s why I asked.”

People don’t ask because they want an answer. They ask to move the script forward, to follow the tracks laid down in front of them, to get to the ending plotted out in their heads already. For his whole life Dream has been taught that every interaction has one right answer and countless wrong ones. His answer had been wrong.

But Hob just smiles as he shifts them gently till they are laying on their sides, facing each other. He has one hand wrapped around Dream’s waist to hold the small of his back while the other tugs at his thigh, tangling their legs together and then petting up and down his side in long, soft strokes. 

“Like this?”

The next thrust is slow, and deep. Dream can hear himself sigh, wrapping his arms around Hob to pull him impossibly closer, burying his face against Hob’s neck just in case he fails to blink back his tears appropriately. It feels so good, and Hob is holding him so gently and fucking him softly, just like he asked, as if it was actually possible to get what he wants even when he wants the wrong thing. And he still feels certain he will do something to make it all go away.

He opens his mouth to… he’s not really sure what. To apologize, maybe. But all that comes out is a sharp gasp, and he hears Hob moan, a sound he has become so familiar with and fond of over their time together, the sound of Hob feeling good.

“God, you’re perfect,” he mumbled, a hazy note to his voice that he only got when he was truly losing himself to pleasure and Dream lets out a choked sob on the next thrust as he realizes that somehow he hasn’t messed anything up, Hob isn’t just being nice or indulging him to hold it against him later, Hob is enjoying himself just as much as Dream is.

And crying isn’t in the script either, but when Hob shifts to kiss him deeply, he doesn’t pull away at the taste of salt on his lips. He threads his fingers through Dream’s hair as they kiss, moving together languidly, no rush, no urgency. By the time they both come, Dream’s tears have dried, and Hob still hasn’t let him go.

As they clean up- still quiet, still slow- there is a part of Dream that wonders if this is just a new script for him to learn and eventually get wrong. As they curl up in bed together- still gentle, still soft- a larger part wonders if maybe, with Hob, there isn’t a script at all.

#hob gadling #dream of the endless #the sandman #sandman netflix #morpheus #dreamling

[littledreamling]

Hiiiiiii

Some Hob Gadling and Dream I made today! I want to draw a loooot of domestic fluff with those two, I want to draw some fanfic scene, some love, some 1389/1489/1589/1689/1789/1889 and 1989 scenes, and a little angst too!

I've red soooo many beautiful fanfics lately, I want to draw from them soooo much!

I hope you'll let me do it, dear authors!

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i just think dream would be the kind of stubborn omega to refuse to actually touch himself during his heats because he thinks its "unnecessary" and that he can just work through it. he gets banned from going into the office during his heats because of some....problems that he indirectly caused among his alpha coworkers, which hob observed, and thought then that dream would actually take care of himself for once (theyre workplace friends, hob is just concerned). but when he stops by dreams apartment to check on him and instead finds him in his underwear, drenched in sweat, and sitting at his desk trying to answer emails instead of like, watching porn or something, hob is completely flabbergasted

Oh yes!!!! Maybe Dream was raised in a household where self-pleasure was COMPLETELY forbidden. He had to ride out his heats alone, gritting his teeth and getting on with it. Now he lives alone he just does the same old thing. He needs to prove that he's not some weak omega enslaved by his biology!

Hob is so distressed when he finds Dream in that state, he's not even thinking horny thoughts. All his hormones are telling him to make sure that he gets Dream cooled down, hydrated and in bed. He's surprised by how meekly Dream follows his instructions, like maybe he was waiting and hoping that somebody would finally come and take care of him.

Only when he's sure that Dream isn't about to spontaneously combust does Hob finally realise that his body is reacting. He's very much hard and aching, and he's very quick to put distance between himself and Dream. He didn't come here for that. Now that he knows that Dream is safe in bed with ice and water, Hob can safely leave...

But Dream whines so piteously, Hob physically can't move. Dream is still lucid enough to be shy - he bites his lip and won't quite meet Hob’s eyes. But he does quietly beg Hob to stay. Even if they don't do anything sexual, he can't bear the idea of his alpha going away...

His alpha. It's Hob’s turn to whimper as he crawls onto the bed and presses his erection against Dream’s cute little arse. He noses all over Dream’s neck, cooing to him sweetly. He won't leave, not if his omega wants him! Dream begins to purr contentedly and rub his butt enthusiastically against Hob’s cock. His shame has all evaporated into nothingness and there's only primal joy of being loved.

For the first time in his entire life, Dream enjoys a heat. And while Hob may not officially be his alpha (yet), they are boyfriends now! And Hob can't wait to share the joy of heats and ruts with him for many years to come.

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Teeth

[littledreamling]

ohh for the wip game - 😭 (i love angst)

one i've been reliably informed is destroying people's souls (not posted yet, but will have a hopeful ending). the google doc is titled "this time tomorrow || the rovers they sing"

The beginning of what might be the end starts when Hob tells Dream about Laika.  "She was just a stray they picked up off the streets and – she didn't know, Dream. She didn't know they weren't going to bring her home." Dream's eyes are starry, as they often are. A comet flashes by, appearing in first one eye, then the other. Hob doesn't know what he wants Dream to say. His otherworldly friend closes his eyes, then opens them. "The technicians preparing her for launch in the Sputnik 2 spacecraft kissed her goodbye."  [...] And here, at the National Air and Space Museum, Hob stands in front of an exhibit on Laika the dog, with Dream, lamenting the lost dog. Where Dream tells him about the technicians kissing Laika good-bye. The leaving. The good-byes in airports. "Is there something you want to tell me, duck?"  "Her name was also Kudryavka, Zhuchka, and Limonchik. One dog of many names."

ty for the ask c:

ask game post here

[littledreamling]

He's just a little inmortal dude living his best life

[littledreamling]

nothing that stimulant medication and a coffee and an energy drink and a bump of coke and a good hard slap in the face and seven years in the harsh wilderness and a hug from a friend and a firm prostate milking and 250mg of MDMA crystals and a top of the line gaming PC and a tall glass of water and a distant memory of summer and piano lessons and four 20mg edibles and a sword that hungers for human blood and a well socialized tuxedo cat and a sushi dinner and a leather jacket and a power nap and a single beautiful rod of depleted uranium and regular estradiol injections and a typewritten sheet of paper bearing the solution to the hard problem of consciousness and nipple clamps and a lobotomy and a gun and another coffee can't fix

#i’m sorry but #hob gadling #<- prev you’re right and you should say it

[littledreamling]

Dream of the Moominvalley

[littledreamling]

But you'll definitely come back, I suppose? Eventually? // Drink the wine Hob Gadling

[littledreamling]

Dream really could be in his most messed up, eldritch and incomprehensibly horrifying shape and Hob would just sigh, say "That kind of day, huh?" and sit down next to him, pull out his phone and show the cosmic entity cat videos until it remembers it can be small like a cat, too. When the cat gets the thought it would like to kiss the human, it remembers it can be anthropomorphic. The Dreaming is in awe. Lucienne is nearly crying because Hob manages to get her lord back into a shape capable of communicating so quickly.

[littledreamling]

Been reading the Sandman comics again and had to do my own version of Dream waiting for his sister Death. Hopefully will be continuing this and will draw Death to go with her moody brother because I adore her 💀

[littledreamling]

For the love of everything PLEASE draw Meowpheus booping! BOOP

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[littledreamling]

reteaching myself how to draw morpheus as we get closer and closer to s2

without background and sketch

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I thought a lot about Hob meeting Death for the first time and of course they’re hitting it off straight away … but what if instead of Dream it’s Hob who accompanies Death while she’s working? Just because he’s a curious brother-in-law and none of the Endless can say no to his pleading cow eyes.

He witnesses how calm and peaceful it can be to leave the living world behind with someone as gentle as Dreams sister to guide someone’s soul.

It scares Dream; what if Hob decides he wants to end his life after all?

But in reality it heals a part of Hob that he never was able to piece back together before.

Eleanor. Robyn. The baby that never got the chance to take its first breath. His memories are still painful, still make him tear up.

But seeing Death do her job makes him feel … grateful. Knowing that she was with them at the end of their days, smiling at them, taking their hands, holding them in her arms.

It also makes him appreciate life even more and he promises to enjoy every single day as much as humanly possible.