MASTERLIST:

Moon Knight:

The Little Scar - Lunar System x Reader

Her fingers made an aborted move towards her throat and her eyes took on a faraway look. When she snapped out of it, she'd signed that she wasn't ready to talk about it, and Steven had apologized before changing the subject.

Jake couldn't forget the look in her eyes; almost haunted.

Dead Man Walking - Lunar System x Reader

Part 2 of The Little Scar

With My Last Breath - Jake, Marc, and Steven (Platonic or Pre-Relationship)

After a fight with a wizard goes sideways, Jake finds himself in the headspace and a terrible feeling in his gut; he needs to find Marc and Steven.

The Sandman:

What Would You Dream - Dream of the Endless | Morpheus x Reader

"If you could control what you dream, what would you dream of?"

Nightmare or Memory - Dream of the Endless | Morpheus x Reader

You closed your eyes again as your breathing sped up. 'Please don't,' you thought. 'Please make it stop.' You gagged when something blunt and thick pressed against you, then everything went still. It was an unnatural stillness, accompanied by a preternatural silence interrupted only by your quick breathing, until someone suddenly spoke.

"Enough."

Part 1 of the 'It Isn't Abduction If You're Willing' series

Encouragement From Unsurprising Places - Hob Gadling & Reader, Death of the Endless & Reader

You talk to Dream's best friend and his favorite siblings.

They encourage you to talk to him.

Part 2 of the 'It Isn't Abduction If You're Willing' series

It Shouldn't Be So Easy - Dream of the Endless | Morpheus x Reader

"Oh. Teleute assumed that it was an excuse for you to see me again, but a claim makes much more sense."

He tilted his head to the side, blinking briefly at you. "You are aware of what an acceptance means, are you not?"

You nodded. "Means I'm yours, right? That I can't go back, that your realm is my home now?" He nodded again.

Part 3 of the "It Isn't Abduction If You're Willing' series

Touch Me, Please Part 1 - Dream of the Endless | Morpheus x Reader (MINORS DNI, 18+)

Instead, he was sitting on his throne, but you... oh, you were trying to drive him to his little sister's realm, surely. You ~~sat~~ lounged at the base of his throne, by his feet. At first, though the sight had made his mouth water, your position had been relatively easy to ignore because you weren't touching. Then, very slowly, as if he were an easily spooked animal, you brushed your arm against his leg, your shoulder brushing his thigh. He forced himself to ignore it, but over the course of several long minutes, your arm and shoulder slowly began pressing more and more firmly against his leg and thigh, a line of distracting warmth burning through his pants, until you were pressed solidly against him.

Part 4 of the 'It Isn't Abduction If You're Willing' series

Touch Me, Please - Part 2 - Dream of the Endless | Morpheus x Reader (MINORS DNI, 18+)

You bit your bottom lip, that itching, burning desire to touch rearing its head again.

"May I?"

His eyebrows furrowed, a pinch forming in the middle of his forehead. "May you what?"

You leaned in close to him, dropping your voice to a whisper. "Touch you? Explore you? Worship you as you deserve? As you did to me?"

Breath, which he did not require, hitched in his throat and he swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry at the look in your eyes. You looked just as desperate as he imagined he had the night before; how could he deny you? "Yes."

Part 5 of the 'It Isn't Abduction If You're Willing' series

Bodyguard or Best Friend - The Corinthian & Reader (Background Dream x Reader)

"I think I finally figured it out."

You blinked and grinned at your supposed bodyguard. "Figured what out?"

Corinthian shrugged his shoulders, affecting a casual attitude as you two walked; you were headed back to the palace after a walk around the Dreaming to visit various Dreams and Nightmares, including a brief visit with Cain and Abel. "Why none of this," he gestured around to the Dreaming, "bothers you."

You raised an eyebrow curiously. "Well don't keep me in suspense. What are your findings?"

Part 6 of the 'It Isn't Abduction If You're Willing' series

Sweet Dream or Beautiful Nightmare - Dream x Reader (MINORS DNI, 18+)

You turned and began making your way back to the doors of the library, freezing mid-step at the abrupt feeling of wrongness that flooded your awareness like ice. You heard a sharp intake of breath and a small thud as pain and panic, feelings that did not belong to you, thrashed in your head. You whipped around to see the books on the floor and Dream hunched over, the edges of his form blurring.

"Not... again."

You were confused for only a second, crying out for him as you quickly realized what was happening. No, no, not again! Don't do this to him again!! He was gone before you could close the distance, and as you felt that precious bond between you go completely silent, you s c r e a m e d.

Part 7 of the 'It Isn't Abduction If You're Willing' series

Family Dinner From Hell - Dream x Reader

"I don't want to go."

Dream didn't look any happier than you did. "Nor do I, but we are expected."

You scowled. "So what? Fuck Destiny's stupid book; we don't have to listen to it. This is going to be a disaster of epic proportions, Dream. And I'm probably going to be the cause."

Dream had looked like he was going to speak, but at your last sentence, he closed his mouth and tilted his head to the side, staring at you.

You sighed heavily, fighting a smile. "You look like a bird when you do that."

Part 8 of the 'It Isn't Abduction If You're Willing' series

My Love Has Teeth and My Devotion Has Claws - Morpheus x Corinthian (pre-relationship)

Dream stumbled back a step, His hand falling from Corinthian’s face, and then sand was whirling around Him and Corinthian knew something was very, very wrong. He could hear chanting, and his Lord seemed to be in pain, and then He was gone. His overwhelming presence had vanished, and so had the chanting.

Someone had dared to summon his Lord. Whoever they were, they would pay.

Or, instead of Dream immediately choosing violence, he attempts to find out why his Masterpiece left The Dreaming. When Dream is summoned right in front of him, The Corinthian finds out that his devotion to his Lord has teeth and claws and it is hungry.

Desperate Desires - Morpheus x Hob Gadling (MINORS DNI, 18+)

He shouldn't be doing this; he knows he shouldn't. But even as he thinks it, images of Hob flicker through his mind again and he burns. He drags his nail over the piercing in his right nipple and has to stifle a groan, thinking of the look in Hob's eyes earlier that morning; his cock twitches in his sweatpants.

Or, Morpheus accidentally sees Hob's cock and now it's all he can think about. While Hob is at the University, doing his job, Morpheus is in their flat, desperately working himself over.

Pre-Relationship

Desires Fulfilled - Morpheus x Hob Gadling (MINORS DNI, 18+)

Hob's cock is straining against his pants - he's never been so hard in his life. When Morpheus only whimpers in response, he makes his way over to the bed, working his shirt open, letting it slide off his shoulders and fall straight to the floor.

Or, Hob catches Morpheus in a rather compromising position and decides to do something about it.

Part 2 to 'Desperate Desires'

In Plain Sight - Morpheus x Hob Gadling (Pre-Relationship)

He is still empty inside... he is still so cold. It only worsens when he finds that the White Horse Tavern has been shut down; she is barely standing anymore.

However, before he can slip into his sister's realm, he sees the red arrow on the fence and feels the dreams soaking the paint. It is a prayer, a plea, clear as day: Come back. Come find me. I'm still here. He follows the arrow, and the daydreams soaked into it until he reaches the New Inn; it is singing.

Forgotten and Discarded - Morpheus x Dark!Morpheus (MINORS DNI, 18+)

Morpheus swims back to consciousness slowly, not entirely sure what has woken him when nothing and no one should be able to reach him here, in this part of the Dreaming. A slow drag of something soft and wet up his exposed shaft has his back arching and his head tilting back into the mess of pillows with a breathy gasp.

"Ah."

Or, when Morpheus slips away to a hidden part of the Dreaming for some much needed rest, he discovers something rather strange waiting for him

Forgotten and Discarded Part 2 - Morpheus x Dark!Morpheus/Nightmare (MINORS DNI, 18+)

Instead of dropping into sleep, he thinks of what happened in this bed several weeks ago. He tries not to, oh does he try, but he can already feel his cock hardening beneath his robe. Shame and frustration fill him in equal measure; shame that he's getting aroused remembering how thoroughly he was taken apart, frustration that he can't seem to control himself enough to not be affected.

He doesn't hold out long.

Forgotten and Discarded Part 3 - Morpheus x Dark!Morpheus/Nightmare (MINORS DNI, 18+)

Normally, being so attached so quickly, even if it’s mostly physically, would worry him. However, as absurd as it had seemed at the time, Morpheus believes that Nightmare does care for him. It helps that he knows Nightmare is right, that he cannot chase him away; who knows him better than someone who used to be him? He knows that if he allows his feelings to develop. Nightmare will not reject them. He feels. Safe, with him.

As he steps into the cottage, he shudders. He cannot see Nightmare, but he can feel his gaze burning into him. He makes his way into the bedroom, gazing at the bed. He hesitates only a moment before he allows his clothes to melt into sand and disappear; his cock is already half-hard.

Forgotten and Discarded Part 4 - Morpheus x Dark!Morpheus/Nightmare (MINORS DNI, 18+)

“You are correct, it is unnecessary. But if you would give something, I would be a fool to turn you away. What do you seek to give, my King?”

Morpheus flashes a grin and surges to his feet, Nightmare’s wrist falling from his lips so he can instead devour his mouth in a possessive kiss. He swallows the moan Nightmare lets slip, sliding his tongue along his bottom lip and pushing inside the moment Nightmare opens to him. One hand tangles in Nightmare’s wild locks, the other gripping his hip and pulling him flush against him; Morpheus growls at how hard Nightmare already is.

He trails nips and kisses along Nightmare’s jaw, slowly turning them around as he goes. When he reaches Nightmare’s throat, he bites, grinning sharply when Nightmare’s hips jerk in response. He lathes his tongue over the bite, placing a gentle kiss over it before pulling back to look at Nightmare’s dazed expression.

“Everything.”

#masterlist #moon knight #the sandman

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tumblr name a woman challenge (impossible)

#can I say #regina mills #if she had a redemption arc?

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#my boring fact is #I used to put ketchup in my scrambled eggs when I was a kid #also my mac & cheese #but it was the Kraft powder cheese so I think that's excused

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What if it bites me and it dies?

that means you’re poisonous. jesus christ, nate, learn to read.

What if it bites itself and I die?

It’s voodoo.

the-ordinary-nerd

What if it bites me and someone else dies?

That’s correlation, not causation.

what if we bite each other and neither of us die

that’s kinky

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oh my god

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this fucking post is 10 YEARS OLD WTF

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What

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What if it bites me and it dies?

that means you’re poisonous. jesus christ, nate, learn to read.

What if it bites itself and I die?

It’s voodoo.

the-ordinary-nerd

What if it bites me and someone else dies?

That’s correlation, not causation.

what if we bite each other and neither of us die

that’s kinky

pizzadut

oh my god

bingle-official

this fucking post is 10 YEARS OLD WTF

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What

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

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Kiss Me (Until My Lips Fall Off) Chapter 2

"Sir, it is time to wake up. It is such a beautiful day and the sun is shining bright, to spend the entirety of it in bed would be a waste" The maid's gentle voice broke the silence of the room, she hummed a bit as she pulled back the royal purple curtains to let the sunlight in before smoothing her apron and adjusting her white bonnet as she went on, addressing the now awake werewolf in the bed.

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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

#cuddling #and #hanging out near each other #but I'm touch-starved #so cuddling wins #I like being held and it doesn't happen often enough #doesn't help that there is only 3 people #whose touch DOESN'T make my skin crawl

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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

#i think it's a little weird #and I wouldn't do it #but honestly #who cares?

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I kind of just forgot to finish this fic - whoops!

physical therapy - the final installment

Hob helps him put all his books and things away. It gives his flat slightly more color and life. Dream still feels his lost art as an aching hole in his chest but at least he has this, Hob and these incremental improvements.

When they’re done he orders takeaway, and over his lo mein he mulls on what happened, on what he said. Hob didn’t actually say it back. But it— it’s fine. Even if Hob doesn’t say it aloud, it’s okay. Dream knows that Hob loves him. He shows it. He doesn’t need to say it. Dream’s ex-lover had, after all, said that he loved him frequently. “Come on, you know I love you.” But where had it shown up? That was not love. It was the opposite of love.

So he doesn’t need Hob to say it back, it is enough that he—

“Hey, Dream?” Hob says, interrupting his thought. His smile is warm, successfully banishing any hope of Dream finding his line of thinking again, as sunlight does to shadows. “I love you.”

“You were just thinking that now?” Dream asks weakly.

“Well, yeah. I didn’t say it before. I was too startled that you did.”

Dream supposes he had said it somewhat… fast. He has often been too fast in relationships, but he means it this time, in a different way than before. This love is fast but it’s real. It’s not just infatuation, or, as he’s slowly realizing some of his past relationships may have been, simply desperate bids to feel loved.

“I’m glad you were my physical therapist,” he says, and Hob laughs. I’m glad that we found each other.

“Me, too.” He takes Dream’s hand, the mostly-fixed one. “And I’m glad you got out. That was really brave.”

Dream scoffs. “I do not see how being so afraid could be brave.” He had never felt brave. Only terrified.

“That’s exactly why it was brave,” Hob insists. “You were scared but you didn’t let it stop you. And you didn’t let it stop you from creating art again, either.”

Hob seems to believe it quite fervently. Perhaps… Dream can try to believe it as well. “Maybe,” he concedes.

“Definitely,” Hob says.

Dream decides not to contradict him this time. He just eats his food, and basks in Hob’s company, coming back again and again to the fact that Hob went to get his things for him, defended him. Every time he thinks about it, he feels warm inside.

And later, when he curls up with Hob in bed, he thinks he feels… good. And safe. And maybe hopeful.

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So I have been on both an angst and a smut kick this week, after two weeks of vacation and then, as it seems to be the curse of everyone on my ward, five days of being sick at and having to pull two 32h shifts one after the other so I decided to put all this mental energy into some writing bits.

So this is @academicblorbo’s fault (affectionate) who has been feeding my obsession of writing little bits and pieces in the lover verse.

So we’ll start with angst because I needed to have this scene out of my system.

Dream and Desire pre-lover scene; tw: aftermath of past non/con & kidnapping;

Dream is home.

He is home and yet it does not feel like home. There’s a bruise on his thigh, ugly purple fading into green, and another one on his ribs that aches painfully every time he takes a deep breath. The medic that saw him says there’s nothing broken, and yet he thinks she’s not right. Everything is broken.

He takes a deep breath, and ignores the pain, but the stench of horrible sweat and blood sticks to the roof of his mouth and makes him gag.

He is home and yet it was never home, not even before, and yet it hurts more than the bruises and the not broken ribs.

Roderick Burgess is dead, and it should be a good thing, yet Dream cannot find the energy to care. He can still smell the stench of the alpha - his alpha - all over his skin, and the edge of blood is still too bright. He shivers at the memory of the night, of the last three months of nights, and he wonders if he’ll ever be able to unstick himself from them.

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…Dream? You okay?

Happy Meowpheus Mondayyy!

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Will never be over the end of The Sound of her Wings. Dream's little smile when he's looking at Hob, it's so hesitant but so genuine. It's like the only real smile we see from him. And then the IMMEDIATE cut to Desire. The way Desire's theme starts playing before the cut, while Dream and Hob are smiling at each other.

Choices were definitely made.

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fulcrvm asked:

for the blossoming romance prompts, either 14 (looking at their lips while they talk), 19 (talking late into the night), and/or 27 (sharing an umbrella/coat/blanket, etc) for dreamling!!

i chose "looking at their lips while they talk" tags: human au, hard of hearing Dream, hurt/comfort

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Dream is always staring at Hob’s lips whenever he speaks.

It’s something Hob has gotten used to… or so he tries to convince himself. Dream is hard of hearing– not quite deaf, though his hearing is deteriorating. He’d met Dream like this, after his hearing loss began so, without really having to explain why, Hob was able to roll with it– with how Dream has always relied on reading lips.

It did become harder– watching Dream’s gaze drop to his mouth– once Hob realized he had developed a crush on his friend.

Nothing ever prepared him for those deeply crystalline eyes to focus on his lips, even during the most banal of conversations. Hob’s pulse would skip and jump, faltering over his words and laughing at himself sometimes. He wondered what Dream was thinking, during those moments when he would stammer and stutter over a sentence for seemingly no reason. It certainly made conversation drag on a little longer, Dream often having to ask Hob to repeat himself with a patient, almost coy smile.

Or– lord help him– if they were in a dark place like a backyard bonfire or a bar, Dream would lean in close, his face scrunching adorably as he tried to understand the conversation happening around him, and Hob would have to speak directly into Dream’s good ear, a hand cupped over it, like he was telling him a secret.

“I can’t hear a thing in this place,” Dream groused in Hob’s ear, both of them leaning against the bar and surrounded by minimal lights and thumping bass lines.

Hob leaned into Dream’s space, the man automatically turning his head to catch his voice.

“Let’s get out of here, then.” Hob’s lips brushed the shell of Dream’s ear and Hob was just drunk enough to not apologize over it, but the brief contact set his skin on fire regardless.

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Anonymous asked:

So there’s this manhwa called Match Made in Bed (no happy ending for the main couple I’m afraid but the premise is very dreamling-coded) where basically this woman is recently dumped because of how stiff she is during sex so her friends decide to hire some hosts to cheer her up. Among the hosts is this one guy who’s actually a swim instructor doing a favor for his friend but he’s actually really reserved and haughty (sound familiar?) and kind of looks down on the whole practice of escorting. Eventually the woman gets hammered and he ends up taking her to a hotel room where she entices him into sleeping with her to prove she can be a good lay and surprise surprise, their sexual compatibility is off the charts and they have sex nine times. But afterwards they don’t know how to move forward because she can’t imagine dating a host (even tho he’s not) and he can’t stand rich women who go around flaunting their money and hiring escorts (she was lying about her job as a stewardess too). But at the same time, they can’t keep their hands off each other. And so, shenanigans and misunderstandings ensue. I can totally imagine Hob and Dream in this scenario where they keep saying tonight will be the last night but then in a turn of events they keep running into each other like it’s fate, like Hob unknowingly signing up for Dream’s swim class, and who can resist a good fuck? Hob has literally never met someone who can make him cum so many times before and Dream has never had so many wet dreams. And it’s good for both of them. They’re both getting better sleep and relieving so much stress. I imagine eventually one of them will get their act together and come clean about their true job so they can finally be happy and fuck without anything holding them back.

gabessquishytum answered:

I am now extremely obsessed with the concept of host!Dream. Or how about, Desire is actually the host, but for some reason they've persuaded Dream to fill in for them! Probably so they can have a vacation, lol. Anyway: host!Dream.

Hob is super intimidated by the gorgeous hosts that Jo organised for him, and he ends up drinking waaayy too much. He's pretty sure that the gorgeous guy with the blue eyes is actually disgusted by him (Dream is just struggling to keep smiling for hours and hours 😭) and it makes Hob feel so discouraged. When the pretty guy escorts him to the hotel room, Hob doesn't even mean to seduce him - he literally stumbled and fell into Dream’s arms. The kiss that followed just felt natural. And after that... Well. Hob usually hates drunk sex but with Dream, he feels... incredible. He doesn't even feel intoxicated. He just feels like he's floating, encased in a shroud of total pleasure.

Dream doesn't even know why he slept with the sad drunk guy, but. Even he has to admit that it was amazing. Hob might be awkward and dumb, but his body is everything Dream has ever wanted. He can hardly believe that it wasn't all just an amazing fantasy, but sure enough he wakes up with Hob the next day. And Dream IMMEDIATELY leaves. He doesn't like rich finance guys (Hob lied about his job, he's actually a teacher) and it's not like this host gig is even HIS job.

Hob wakes up alone, feeling physically amazing but emotionally devastated. Even though he's probably too jealous to handle dating a host, he can't help wishing that Dream stayed. At least for a morning blow job...

Of course the universe brings them right back together. Hob promised that he would finally learn to swim this year; Dream turns out to be his instructor. They fuck down in the shallow end of the pool after Hob learns to float (who needs to swim when you can cling onto a sexy man while he fucks you?), Dream shows up to pick his nephew up from school and runs in to Hob as he comes out from teaching a class. They don't have time to do anything but make out messily in a supply cupboard, but it's still incredible...

They still refuse to talk about their obvious perfect physical compatability. Hob still believes that Dream isn't really into him. Dream still can't pluck up the courage to actually speak to him. Every other week they end up in some kind of compromising position - Dream has memorised all the little scars on Hob’s body, and he's kissed every single one of them. Hob can't get off by himself anymore, not without Dream inside him.

The only consolation: Desire is back from vacation, soon. If anyone can get the idiots together, they can. But Desire isn't always inclined to be helpful... and they might just make everything worse!

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Anonymous asked:

a silly idea: since dream isn't really all that human, sometimes he forgets to manifest himself a wedding band when he visits hob in the waking world. it doesn't actually matter since their souls are cosmically intertwined or whatever dream tells hob, but sometimes hob makes fun of him for forgetting, jokingly accusing him of having an affair, which dream instantly becomes overly dramatic and defensive about because he's dream, etc. it's just a joke for them until it gets turned onto hob one day while they're out in public, at a museum or something, and somebody's grandmother accuses hob of cheating on his wife, hence why he's out on a date with a single man and only he has a ring on. dream uses his shred of sense of humor to tease dream about it until the end of time, of course

gabessquishytum answered:

AHHHH I do love this.

Imagine Dream turning to Hob, eyes twinkling - "she's right, Robert, you promised to tell your wife about me and you still haven't done it! you don't intend to divorce her at all, do you?!" Leaving Hob half laughing, half protesting as he's smacked with the grandmother's handbag and glared at by every visitor in the museum. Dream is extremely amused.

From then on "when are you going to tell your wife about me" totally becomes their favourite inside joke, with both of them using it on each other at inopportune moments. It's certainly an incentive for Dream to remember his wedding ring, that's for sure! Which is nice, because Hob really does like to have solid proof that Dream is his husband - sometimes he thinks he might have dreamt the whole thing! (Technically he did, their wedding was in the dreaming, but regardless: that little gold band is real proof that it happened, and Hob gets to love and tease Dream forever <3)