#seiya's monsterfucktoberbingo fills

[seiya-starsniper]

For the flower prompts: Hyacinth - loser has to ask out...

I will leave pairing(s) to your discretion, whoever most strikes your fancy ❤️

TJ, thank you for the prompt! I went with Dreamling, with a nice little monsterfucker twist to ring in the first day of @monsterfucktoberbingo!

Square: Were-creature.

Flower Prompt Game!

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“You ready for tonight?” Johanna asks, dropping her densely packed duffel bag onto the table before plopping in the chair next to Hob. She’s tense. Hob can tell without even looking at her. But there’s also a thrum of excitement coming off her in waves.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Hob replies, not looking up from his stake sharpening. “How many stakes have you got in there?” he asks.

“A dozen wooden, and three steel,” Johanna answers, patting the duffel with pride.. “All consecrated, and plenty of holy water.”

“Good girl,” Hob praises her. He means it too. Johanna’s one of the best damn hunters he’s ever worked with, and he knows she’s going to give the vampires they’re hunting tonight absolute hell. It’s one of the biggest nests they’ve ever come across. Nearly six dozen vampires all quartered in a large abandoned grain barn that spans nearly a quarter of an acre. They’ve been hunting all the nearby towns, picking off the elderly first, but soon moving onto the adults and children. Their mission tonight is to raid the nest for hostages and kill any of the guard vampires, then torch the whole thing at dawn when the rest come back to sleep. Their reign of terror should hopefully end tonight.

“How many are you aiming to gank yourself?” Johanna asks casually, but Hob can hear the competition in her tone. 

“You looking to put some money on that?” Hob replies cheekily. “I thought you’d have learned with the banshees that you can’t ever beat my record, Constantine.”

“Those were unfair odds and you know it!” Johanna whines. She’s right, of course. Banshees tended to flock more to men, and so Hob had taken out far more than Johanna had. But a bet was a bet and Johanna had had to clean Hob’s shotguns for a month after.

“I’m just saying,” Hob says, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m happy to let you clean out the Impala when I trounce your numbers tonight.”

Johanna grimaces. It was no secret that Hob lived out of his car and that he was a bit disgusting about it. She’d once opened the back door to sit in the back and had been greeted a rat he hadn’t even known was there. To this day he doesn’t know where it came from. 

“How about this instead?”Johanna replies. “If I get the most vamps in this nest, you have to ask Peggy out.”

Hob sighs. He should’ve seen this coming. “Johanna—”

“I’m serious Hob,” Johanna interrupts him. “I know you two get along and I see the way the two of you look at each other. You’d be good for one another.”

“Peggy’s young,” Hob argues. “She deserves someone who will get her out of this life.”

“You and I both know she’s never getting out of this life,” Johanna replies solemnly. “And she’s 25 for Christ’s sake. Not even a decade younger than you, stop looking at her like a child.”

Johanna was right. She was usually right, not that Hob would ever tell her unless under extreme duress. Peggy may have been a child when she first became a hunter but she was a full grown woman now. And well…she was quite beautiful and smart as fuck. Hob could maybe love her. It’d been almost fifteen years since Eleanor was taken by vampires herself, and the void she’d left behind had gotten easier and easier to bear with each person he saved. 

Hob sighs. What could it hurt? If things didn’t work out, he knows he and Peggy could still be friends. 

“Fine, but if I get more vamps than you, you’ve gotta ask out Rachel instead,” Hob says back. 

Johanna blushes a furious shade of red and Hob smiles. Now that was a relationship he was invested in seeing bloom.

“You got yourself a deal Hobsie,” she replies, and the two of them shake on it. 

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Hob is at five vampire deaths when he starts chasing three fledgling vampires into the woods. They’re fast, but uncoordinated, and Hob thinks he can probably pick them off one by one if he times his shots right with the crossbow he borrowed from Johanna.

He realizes too late that the vampires have isolated him from the other hunters, and that he’s been led to a clearing to be ambushed. There had also been a fourth he hadn’t accounted for, and he curses at himself for falling for such an obvious trap so easily. He manages to take out one of the fledglings, but the remaining three overpower him. Just as they’re getting ready to tear into his flesh, Hob gets unexpected support in the form of a fucking were-panther.

Hob watches in awe as the beast knocks aside one of his assailants, freeing Hob from their hold and allowing him to stake one of the remaining vampires holding his arms. He then watches in awe as the panther tears into the throat of the fledgling it knocked aside, before the beast grabs the thing by the hair and yanks the head clean off. 

The final vampire is easily picked off between the two of them. Hob is surprised by how fluidly they work together, despite this being the first time he’s ever met the creature. When he is certain there are no others approaching, he turns to the panther, who is looking at him with curiosity and brilliant golden eyes. 

“Not that I’m not grateful for the assist, but what the fuck is a were-panther doing here?” Hob asks.

The air seems to vibrate for a few moments and Hob recognizes the tell-tale signs of a shift and moments later he’s face to face with a pale naked man with a shock of messy, jet black hair, and the most brilliant blue eyes he’s ever seen.

Fuck, but he was gorgeous and Hob’s type in every single way. Despite his shifter disposition, the man’s human form was void of any hair, and though he was thin and almost lanky, Hob could see the ripple of muscle in his legs and arms. Hob knew he was staring, but for some reason he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the man. It was only when his hands landed on the man’s cock that he jerked his gaze upwards, and instead of disgust, he found the were-panther actually looked pleased at Hob’s obvious leering. 

“My name is Dream,” the were-panther introduces himself with a smirk.

“You certainly are,” Hob replies then slaps a hand over his mouth. “I mean—” 

God’s wounds, why had he said that? He was smoother than that! Had the vampire hunt really scrambled his brain that much? 

Before he can come up with an apology for his poor brain to mouth filter however, Hob hears a low, rumbling noise, and he belatedly realizes that Dream is purring.

“You are pleased with me,” Dream says, stepping closer into Hob’s personal space. “That is…good.” 

Hob suddenly smells his grandmother’s homemade bread and his favorite beer. He realizes quickly the delicious scent is coming from Dream, and before his brain can tell him otherwise, he pulls the pale man in a desperate, teeth clacking kiss.

Dream moans into his mouth and pushes Hob down into the grass in the clearing, grinding his hips down on Hob’s rapidly hardening cock. He growls and tugs angrily at Hob’s jeans, and Hob quickly works at shucking them off before the were-panther could tear them clean off. Now that would be embarrassing to explain to the rest of the hunters. 

It isn’t long before Hob’s completely naked underneath Dream and it feels absolutely amazing and right the way their bodies fit against one another. Dream’s cock is a pleasant weight against Hob’s own as he strokes them together, pleasure building higher and higher with each needy whine and moan shared between them. 

“That’s right, love,” Hob pants, increasing the speed of his strokes when he realizes he’s close. “I’m so close, I wanna come with you, come on—”

Dream wails as his orgasm hits him, and then there’s a sharp pain in Hob’s shoulder when his own orgasm follows shortly after. His brain blearily registers that Dream’s bitten down on him, and though there’s some part of him that knows he should be alarmed by that, his body is too blissed out from the earth shattering orgasm his just experienced to care.

“Mine,” Dream mumbles, licking at the new mark on Hob’s shoulder and snuggling into his chest. “My mate.” 

Ah, fuck, Hob thinks as he drifts off to sleep, wrapping his arms protectively around Dream. Johanna was absolutely going to skin him over this.

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[seiya-starsniper]

sweet like poison ivy

Quite literally at the 11th hour, my final late fill for @monsterfucktoberbingo!

Rating: Explicit | Square: plant-monster | Word count: 880

“Well, this is different,” Hob says as a long green vine wraps itself around his neck while another snakes its way around his waist.

“This is your dreamscape, Hob,” Dream replies, a small smirk tugging on his lips, which were now painted a deep, tempting shade of red. “Perhaps you were thinking of the seductress from the film we had been watching before you fell asleep?”

Ah, that was right. Batman and Robin had been randomly playing on the telly when they’d been flipping channels before bed. Hob wasn’t the biggest fan of superhero movies from that decade, but Uma Thurman…well, who could look away from her?

Clearly his dreaming mind agreed, for it had imagined Dream in a similar outfit; a dark green leotard decorated in leaves and vines, and stockings to match. They elongated Dream’s legs in a rather fetching way if Hob said so himself.

“So does this make me Batman then?” Hob asks, waggling his eyebrows. “Are you here to seduce and poison me so you can overthrow the London government and have it run by plants?”

“Nothing so crude,” Dream answers, stepping closer into Hob’s space. Hob notices more vines have sprouted since they started talking, and quite a few of them have gotten bold in the places where they’re touching him. “My plans for tonight are a touch more…personal than that.”

Hob shudders as a vine pinches one of his nipples through his nightshirt. 

“Gonna tie me up and have your wicked way with me then?” he grins, then yelps when one of the wines smacks his ass. Now the vines are getting more handsy with him, pulling and tugging at his nightclothes, while Dream, smug bastard that he is, seems content to watch them manhandle Hob.

Not one to take a challenge lying down, he reaches for Dream’s wrist and tugs his inhuman boyfriend into a kiss. He gets a few good licks into Dream’s mouth before he starts to feel lightheaded, and then suddenly, he finds himself pulled backwards onto a plush soft bed he’s certain wasn’t there a few minutes ago. Time in the Dreaming passed weirdly though, he’d figured that out pretty damn quickly once he and Dream had started dating.

“Didja just…poison me?” Hob slurs, into the satin soft sheets. They feel so nice against his naked skin. Wait. Where had his clothes gone? Damnit Dream. Hob tries to move his limbs, but he finds that his whole body’s bit sluggish, and from above him, he can hear Dream chuckling.

“My apologies,” Dream says, brushing a cool hand across his forehead. “I couldn’t resist reenacting that part of her character.”

Almost as suddenly as it had come, Hob’s head immediately clears from the weird haze he had fallen into and he can move his limbs once more. He grabs the hand still pressed to his forehead, and Dream yelps as Hob tugs him down into the mattress, vines and all. 

“Little shit,” Hob grins, as he straddles Dream’s hips and stares fondly down at his lover. “Let’s leave the poison kiss out of this fantasy shall we? I’d hate to be able to not kiss those pretty lips of yours.”

“Ah yes, that would be a shame, wouldn’t it?” Dream replies with a smirk of his own, right before one of his vines wraps itself around Hob’s cock. Hob moans as the vine squeezes him with just the right amount of pressure, and he ruts eagerly into it, chasing his pleasure. Another vine pinches at his nipples, while yet another teases at his hole.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hob pants as he’s teased mercilessly over and over again. The vines then change their direction and start maneuvering him off of Dream’s body and into an upright kneeling position and tying his hands behind his back. He moans when the vine teasing his hole simply sinks into his body, rubbing insistently at his prostate and causing Hob to jerk uncontrollably as he’s stimulated over and over. 

“I am, indeed,” Dream answers, his voice pitched low, almost to a growl. His costume from earlier has now melted off his skin, but the vines, of course, remained. Dream seems to greatly enjoy how much they drive Hob wild, and here in the Dreaming, Hob’s orgasm belongs to Dream and Dream alone, so it could be hours, or even days (in Dreaming time, of course) before Hob would be allowed to come. 

Hob licks his lips and then groans as the vines stimulate him once more. 

“Come on now, Dream, surely you want to do some of the work yourself,” Hob teases, wiggling his hips suggestively. He knows the taunt is a weak one, Dream could just as easily reply that he was doing the work, that the vines were an extension of himself, afterall. 

But Dream seems willing to indulge him tonight, for the vines soon disappear, leaving Hob feeling bereft and empty. Without the vines to hold him up, he sways towards Dream, who catches him and cards his fingers through his hair.

“So impatient,” Dream murmurs into his ear. “Whatever shall I do with you?” 

“Do your worst,” Hob challenges his lover with a grin. “Tomorrow is Saturday, so I can sleep in tomorrow.”

Dream’s returning smile is feral. 

“As you wish.”

[seiya-starsniper]

Sunflower for Hobrinthian 🌻

Ok so I wasn’t sure if you wanted dwarf sunflower (how many ways do I have to confess for you to believe me?) or tall sunflower (I’d never ask for your help, but…) so I went with the second one because angst is my friend 🔥🔥🔥

Flower Prompt Game!

Also using this for my Vampire square in @monsterfucktoberbingo

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There’s a storm raging outside. The kind that rattles windows and uproots trees from their very foundations. It’s the kind of storm no sane man would ever attempt to brave on level ground, let alone on the steep climb to the lone cliffside cottage overlooking the sea. 

Which is why when Hob Gadling hears a furious knock on his door, he grabs the holy water and his pistol loaded with silver bullets before he walks to answer.

“For fuck’s sake Hobsie, I’m not here to eat you,” Cori glowers at him when Hob opens the door. Hob thinks the vampire would look a lot more menacing if he weren’t so soaked. As it was, he just looked like a drowned rat. An unfairly attractive, still stunningly gorgeous drowned rat. Hob wants to slam the door in the blond’s face just for that. 

“Corinthian,” Hob growls, positioning his body directly in the doorway to block the other from coming in. Not that it mattered. Hob had rescinded his invitation to his home when Cori had walked out on him—on them—almost twenty years ago. 

“I need your help,” Cori says before Hob can ask any further questions. As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Hob notices the blond is not alone. Draped along his shoulders is a second figure clad all in black, with a familiar shock of black hair. 

“Is that—?” Hob gasps, dread starting to pool deep in his gut. 

“You know that I’d never ask for your help with something like this unless it was dire,” Cori answers solemnly. “He's lost too much blood. I couldn’t—he’s—there was nowhere else to go.”

Well fuck.

“Come in then,” Hob says, stepping aside and hoping he’s not going to regret whatever’s about to happen tonight. “Both of you.”

Cori flies past him in a superhuman blur, dripping water all over the entryway and down the hall to Hob’s living room. Hob sighs deeply and shuts the door, bracing himself against the frame for a few moments. So much for a quiet night in with a book.

When he eventually makes his way to the living room, he finds Cori nervously hovering over Dream, who is sprawled out and unconscious on the couch. Hob feels a flash of deja vu as he remembers the last time he had the sire and fledgling pair in his house. Back then their roles had been reversed though, Cori had been the injured one sitting on the couch and Dream had been furious instead of worried. It had been one of the defining moments in his relationship with the blond. And not for the better.

“What the hell happened to him?” Hob asks, rolling up his sleeve and bracing himself for what he needs to do. Dream’s even paler than normal, and there’s burns on his skin that could’ve only come from being bound in silver chains. 

“Hunter,” Cori growls, anger clear in his voice. “Seemed to think Dream could bring his dead son back to life despite the bastard being in the ground for almost a year. Took me almost six days to find him.”

Hob clicks his tongue and doesn’t ask if it really took Cori six days to find Dream, or if it took him six days to even notice Dream was missing. Dream had always had a habit of running off on his own, and it led to a lot of abandonment issues that Hob had tried his best to address, but it was hard to be objective when your oldest friend was also your lover’s maker. Former lover, Hob had to remind himself. Cori had given up on them the last time Hob had found himself involved in one of their sire/fledgling spats. 

“Anyone I need to be avoiding, then?” Hob asks, trying to shake himself of his melancholy thoughts. He kneels down next to Dream and holds his wrist over the vampire’s mouth. He looks over at Cori, the request clear. The vampire nods and kneels next to Hob, before running his nail across Hob's wrist in a clean line. Hob hisses under his breath at the initial pain, but it eventually subsides as his blood begins to drip onto Dream’s lips.

“Not anymore,” Cori says, after a few moments of quiet. “I made sure to kill Roderick Burgess and all his stupid followers on the way out when I got Dream.”

Ah, the Order of Mysteries then. That made sense. Hob had spent the better part of the century trying to avoid them as well. There was certainly no shortage of men looking to cheat death and that little cult was one of them. It didn’t surprise Hob that they would think of using vampire blood to resurrect the dead. Hob himself had been chasing immortality centuries ago before he’d had the good fortune to rescue the lady Death herself by accident. He’s one of the only immortals he knows that didn’t have to sacrifice some great thing or commit an unforgivable act to be able to live forever. 

Which of course made him the ideal candidate for an emergency like this one. Dream and Cori have fed from him before in small amounts, but this was going to require so much more than he’d ever given before. 

“You’re lucky I’ve been eating quite heartily these last few weeks,” Hob says as he flexes his wrist to drip more blood onto Dream’s still unconscious body. 

Come on, mate, he silently pleads. Don’t leave us just yet.

As if hearing him from beyond the veil, Dream’s eyes snap open and in moments his mouth is affixed to the open wound, inhaling the blood as if he’d never had it before. 

“There you are, my friend,” Hob murmurs reassuringly. “Old Hobsie’s got you, take everything you need.”

Dream’s striking blue eyes meet his only for a moment, and then snap shut once more as the vampire devotes the rest of his energy to feeding on Hob. 

Hob doesn’t know how long Dream drinks for, but it’s long enough that he eventually begins to feel woozy, and he’s on the verge of passing out right on top of Dream when Cori yanks his wrist away from his sire’s mouth. 

Hob can barely make out the sounds of an argument, which means that Dream’s regained consciousness. That's good, at least. But before his brain can begin to try decipher what exactly is being said above his head, Hob finds himself lifted up and carried to his bedroom.

“You bloody idiot, you always give too much,” Cori grumbles as he tucks the immortal into bed.

“Still was never enough for you,” Hob mumbles sleepily, the filter on his brain completely gone now. He’s so tired now. He’s going to have a bloody headache in the morning and it’s going to be awful, and Cori is going to leave him again. 

“No, we’re not—I’’m not going anywhere Hob,” Cori says. “I promise.” 

It’s the last thing Hob remembers before sleep overtakes him entirely.

[seiya-starsniper]

wrap me up nice and tight (love me all through the night) - Dreamling (AO3)

Rating: Explicit | Status: Complete | Chapters 1/1 | Words: 3.5K

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Naga, Naga Dream, Human Hob, Monsterfucker Hob Gadling, Non-Human Genitalia, Dream has a forked tongue, Dream has a forked penis, Oral Sex, Rutting, the corinthian is also mentioned in passing

Summary: Hob's plans to uncover a hidden treasure in an abandoned castle go awry when he realizes the castle isn't so abandoned, after all.

Super late submission for @monsterfucktoberbingo! 🐍🐍💖💖

[seiya-starsniper]

On a dark and stormy night

Little non-explicit Sandflower prompt for my @monsterfucktoberbingobingo square - faerie

tagging @nualaofthefaerie cause you gotta 💖💖💖

AO3 Link Here, or read below:

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It has been raining in the Dreaming nonstop for days.

Nuala sighs as another gust of wind rattles the windows of her bedroom, and another crack of thunder shakes the very foundations of the walls. She cannot sleep. She hasn’t slept well ever since Dream had ended his affair with Thessaly, the immortal witch. 

Or rather, the witch had ended the affair with him. Hence, the endless bouts of rain. 

Nuala tosses the covers off her body and lights the lantern next to her bed, having given up on sleep for now. Perhaps she could take a walk around the castle instead. Calm her nerves. Maybe even pour herself a glass of wine to help her sleep.

The castle halls are dark and dreary as Nuala walks through them, trying her best not to get lost. Still, she knows the halls and the stairways change frequently according to its monarch’s whims, and tonight seems to be no different. There are steps and turns she’s never seen before, and before she knows it, Nuala finds herself in front of a large wooden door with no other path forward. She considers turning around and heading back to bed, but something about the door calls to her, and so eventually, she pushes it open, surprised at how easily it gives underneath her hand.

She finds herself inside a small room with a roaring fire, sparsely decorated with only a single chair with a high back sat directly in front of the flames. Nuala smiles to herself as she moves towards the chair. This would be a fine place to escape the storm, the fire feels warm, and there are no windows inside the room so it seems to be a true escape from unpredictable weather raging just outside. 

She jumps in surprise when she reaches the chair and finds it occupied instead of empty, as she expected. 

“My lord!” Nuala cries out, when she realizes precisely who is seated in the chair. “My apologies, I didn’t notice you were there.”

Dream is curled in upon himself on the chair, his bare feet resting on the edges while his knees are tucked underneath his arms. His head is resting absently on a shoulder, and the dream king seems lost in thought for sometime before his eyes finally flit to meet Nuala’s. She doesn’t flinch underneath the intensity of the Endless’s gaze, but it’s a near thing. 

“...Nuala,” Dream finally grunts, lifting a hand and gesturing to her to move closer. “Join me.”

“Yes!” Nuala squeaks, moving hurriedly to close the distance between herself and the small piece of furniture where the dreamlord has draped himself. As she approaches, the chair extends in length to accommodate her, effectively transforming into a small sofa. Dream rearranges himself to leave open a small space where Nuala can sit—sprawl, even, if she wanted to. She chooses instead to sit up straight, not wanting to look unseemly in front of Dream.

“My lord—” Nuala begins after some silence has passed between them. “Are you…are you quite all right?” she asks, already knowing the answer. Dream grunts and sits up slightly, shaking his head as he does so. 

“I have been better,” Dream replies, before coughing into his fist, almost awkwardly. “But I suppose you already knew that.” 

Nuala clenches her fists and nods, not knowing what else to do. 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asks, blushing as she realizes too late how suggestive her words sound. Dream lets out a small huff of laughter before he turns to face her, leveling the faerie with an intense gaze.

“You say you wish to help…” he says, his eyes trailing downwards from her face to her neck. Nuala flushes as he continues to stare but does not say anything more. His eyes are practically blackened, and Nuala cannot help but wonder what about her he’s so focused on.  Surely he can’t be thinking—? No, he’s only just ended another relationship, there’s no way he would think of her like that. Nuala pushes aside her lurid thoughts and only nods firmly, meeting his gaze head on.

“I do,” she answers, proud that her voice does not waver. “If there is anything you need, I would be—”

“And yet,” Dream interrupts her, and oh. When had he come so close? One moment he was on the other side of the sofa and now his face is directly in front of hers. His expression is now contorted in displeasure as he stares down at her, and Nuala does her best not to shrink and curl up in shame.

“You wear a reminder of her around your neck,” he finishes, right before he forcefully tugs the pendant Thessaly gave her from underneath her nightdress causing Nuala to shriek in surprise. Dream has never touched her so familiarly before, and the residual warmth of his fingers seems to burn where he touched her to get at the necklace.

Dream hums as he turns the pendant over in his fingers, considering. Nuala wonders if he means to destroy it. She wouldn’t be surprised if he wished to, and if he asked, she would hand it over, although she’d be sad to lose it. It really was so pretty…

“How long have you had this?” Dream asks, no, demands, his eyes darkening once more as he waits for her answer.

“N-n-not long, my lord, I swear!” Nuala yelps. “She uhm, I mean Thess—”

Dream growls and Nuala shrinks back, chastised. She remembered now how her lord had commanded no one speak her name in his presence. Another awkward silence falls between them before Dream sighs and releases his hold on the necklace, letting it drop back down to Nuala’s chest.

“My apologies,” Dream says, his eyes returning back to their normal color. “I know you were close with…her,” he finishes, nodding at the faerie to gauge her understanding of how to refer to his ex-lover. Nuala nods her assent and starts fiddling with the pendant herself, focusing on it instead of meeting her lord in the eyes.

“She was nice to me,” the faerie says. “The necklace was…a parting gift,” she admits, wondering if it’s a mistake to do so. She really liked Thessaly, she was always telling her stories and making Nuala laugh, even if the faerie really didn’t care for her complaints about Dream. And there were so many, it seemed. No matter what her lord seemed to do, it was never enough for Thessaly to be happy. 

“A parting gift,” Dream spits out the last word as if it were poison. Nuala flinches, but only so slightly. It was clear their breakup was still a sensitive subject. 

“I suppose she thought she could bribe you to leave me with pretty trinkets,” Dream continues, sniffing disdainfully as his gaze returns to the pendant once more. “I imagine she thought you would choose to leave with her if she gave you enough shiny things.”

“I—no, I would never!” Nuala insists, dropping the pendant from her hands immediately. She’s horrified that Dream would ever think such a thing. Thessaly was nice, but the Dreaming was her home, and her loyalties did not switch so easily. 

“No—you are still here after all,” Dream murmurs. “Still, I don’t like this,” he says, right before he grabs the pendant once more and snaps the chain clean off her neck.

“Lord Morpheus!” Nuala cries unhappily. So he was going to destroy the pendant after all.

“Peace, little one,” Dream replies, holding up the pendant, undamaged, though the chain it sat upon is irreparably broken. Nuala silently mourns its loss but she supposes it’s better than the whole thing being destroyed. “I will return this to you,” he adds.

Nuala feels a surge of warmth as she reaches to take the pendant back, but Dream holds it just out of reach and shakes his head.

“Before that,” Dream says, “I would like for you to tell me a story.”

“A story, my lord?” Nuala asks, unable to hide her surprise.  

“Yes,” Dream says, waving the pendant back and forth. “In exchange for your secrecy, you will give me a story, and I will let you keep this trinket now that I know it poses no threat.”

Oh. Of course that’s what he wanted to inspect the thing for. Of course.

“Are we in agreement?” Dream asks her, and Nuala nods eagerly. 

“Yes, my lord,” she answers, and then she begins to think of a story that would be worthy of telling to the Dream King. She’s so lost in her thoughts and what to talk about that she does not notice Dream shifting his position until a weight makes itself known on her thighs. Nuala squeaks when she realizes Dream has lain his head down on her lap.

“My lord?!” Nuala asks, her whole body feeling as if it were on fire. Could one self-combust in the Dreaming? She certainly felt like she was. Oh gods, how was she supposed to concentrate on telling a story now?

“Hmm?” Dream hums as if there were absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. As if this was something he did all the time. When Nuala looks down at him, she notices his eyes are closed and thank goodness for that. 

“I—are you comfortable, my lord?” Nuala asks, hoping Dream cannot hear her how fast her pulse is jackrabbiting.

“I am,” Dream answers. “You may begin.”

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Intro Post

Hi there! I'm Seiya, aka starsniper! (she/her) This is my blog for assorted blorbo posting and writing, hope you enjoy your stay 😄

If you're here because of the Monster Cock post, can I also interest you in my very relevant event, @monsterfucktoberbingo? We're getting ready for 2024 and we'd love to having you come play with us 🤭

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If you're here from the Sandman or Dead Boy Detectives fandom, welcome to my nonsense! Here's a quick rundown of all my stuff:

AO3 Account: starsniper. (I will always be logged in when I comment!)

You can also read my fics on Google Docs!

I'm also on Discord! The Sadman is a multi-ship open server for the Sandman fandom and it's an amazing community! I've even got my own little author's corner there called Seiya's Sexy Scribbles. Come find me and say hello!

Taking Requests?: I am! Send me anything that crosses your mind, with fandom and ship please!

Transformative Works: Consider this blanket permission to create any type of transformative work based off what I've written! I only ask you let me know what you've created either using the "Inspired By" link on AO3 or tagging me on Tumblr, just because I love, love, love seeing that sort of thing.

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As my blog is multi-fandom, as well as multi-ship, I've made a tag library! Some of the tags will have links, and some will not, due to Tumblr spam controls. This is mainly for my reference, but feel free to peruse to easily navigate my blog.

Any non-linked tags can easily be found by using this template:

https://www.tumblr.com/seiya-starsniper/tagged/[tag name here]

Click below for the full library:

--Personal/Writing Tags--

How to find my personal ramblings, written works, etc.

⟪⟪General Personal Tags⟫⟫

#seiya talks (all my original posts and ramblings)

#seiya answers (answers out of my ask box! Includes fic requests)

#seiya gets tagged (for all the tag games!)

#seiya memes (memes I've made)

#icons by seiya (tumblr icons I've made)

#gifs by seiya (gifs I've made)

⟪⟪Personal Writing Tags⟫⟫

#seiya writes (all of my writing, across all fandoms)

#seiya drabbles (short fics/ask requests, usually under 1.5k words)

#seiya's wip previews (for snippets and previews on what I'm working on)

#wip inspo (things that might turn into fics! feel free to bother me about any of the ones that interest you!)

#writing prompt games (send me a fic prompt from any of these posts!)

⟪⟪Fandom Specific Personal Writing Tags⟫⟫

#seiya writes dbda (my dead boy detectives fics)

#seiya writes loki tv (my fics within the loki tv universe)

#seiya writes gotham tv (my gotham tv fics)

#seiya writes legends of tomorrow (my legends of tomorrow fics)

⟪⟪Sandman Ship Specific Personal Writing Tags⟫⟫

#seiya writes dreamling (dream x hob)

#seiya writes corintheus (dream x corinthian)

#seiya writes hobrinthian (hob x corinthian)

#seiya writes corinthienne (corinthian x lucienne)

#seiya writes gaulcienne (gault x lucienne)

#seiya writes hellmuse (johanna x calliope)

#seiya writes dreamuse (dream x calliope)

#seiya writes morphienne (dream x lucienne)

#seiya writes constantdream (dream x johanna)

#seiya writes sandflower (dream x nuala)

⟪⟪Current Projects/WIPs tags⟫⟫

#set the night on fire wip (dreamling)

#morphienne hell invasion wip

#hobrinthian: hob gets the skull au

#dreamling omegaverse regency wip sequel

#corinthienne vampire x witch wip

#horse girl au hair washing wip (dreamling)

#break me shake me 2 wip (dreamling)

#dreamling omega auction wip

#audiobook narrator dream wip (dreamling)

⟪⟪Writing Events & Challenges⟫⟫

Note: these are links to specific masterposts, as well as tagged posts for events I've participated in!

Dreamling Bingo 2024 Masterpost

Dreamling Week 2024 Masterpost

Seiya's Monsterfucktober 2023 Bingo Fills

Sandman Femslash Weekend

Dreamling Bingo 2023 Masterpost

Smut May (Smay) Drabble Masterpost (multi-ship)

Smut April (Smapril) Drabble Masterpost (multi-ship)

Smut March (Smurch) Drabble Masterpost (multi-ship)

2023 Centennial Husbands Big Bang

--Reference/Blacklist tags--

Tags used to help searching my blogs easier, and also for people to blacklist, if necessary.

⟪⟪Reference/Indexing Tags⟫⟫

#ask game (posts with ask games I reblog)

#original art (non-fandom art)

#reference (resources I find useful)

#writing reference (specifically for writing advice and resources)

#to read (books I want to read)

#to watch (media I want to watch)

⟪⟪Content Warning, Squicks and Trigger Tags⟫⟫

Note: Posts with these tags will include informational/educational posts as well, just to keep things neatly organized. I will do my best to try to tag more sensitive topics and also go back and tag older posts but it may take a while!

#nsft (general explicit content tag, if you wanted to avoid all of it)

#bugs (happy to tag a more specific bug)

#spiders

#snakes/#snek

#omegaverse

#pregnancy/#pregnancy kink

#dubcon

#noncon

#infidelity

#age gap

#animal hybrid (all animal hybrids here: centaur, naga, merfolk, minotaur, etc)

#tentacle sex

#interspecies (i.e: human/alien, human/centaur, etc)

#monsterfucker/#monsterfucking (usually also covered by interspecies)

#teacher/student

#racism

#misogyny

#transphobia

#epilepsy (no flashing lights will be in this tag)

#flashing lights / #strobe lights

#addiction / #drug addiction

⟪⟪Politics tags⟫⟫

#us politics

#global politics

#palestine

#voting

--Fandom Related Tags--

⟪⟪General Fandom Tags⟫⟫

Note: This list is by no means exhaustive! And some tags are more used than others. Most posts under this tag will be reblogs, unless tagged with one of my personal tags.

ao3 (posts about AO3, mostly memes, but may include discourse)

#the sandman

#dungeon meshi

#dndhat (dungeons & dragons: honor among thieves)

#loki (general loki tag, use #loki tv for only the tv series)

#ofmd (our flag means death)

#bnha (sometimes #my hero academia)

#yugioh (sometimes #ygo)

#fullmetal alchemist (sometimes #fma)

#gossip girl

#blue eye samurai

#interview with the vampire (sometimes #iwtv)

⟪⟪Shipping Tags⟫⟫

Note: Like the above, this is not exhaustive, I ship a lot of things! I'm very ship and let ship these days, so please don't try to debate me on ships, I won't answer.

#00Q

#taimizu

#xedgin

#thorki

#lokius

#steelatom

#atomwave

⟪⟪Fandom Discourse Tags⟫⟫

Note: I don't like to participate in discourse, please don't tag me in it. Any past discussions I've been involved in have been resolved between myself and the parties that matter to me. That said, I will occasionally reblog discussions others may prefer not to see, so the below tags are for your convenience.

#sandman discourse

#sandman critique

#fandom racism

#fandom discourse

#fandom wank

#ao3 discourse

⟪⟪Sandman Fandom Tags⟫⟫

Note: Because of the sheer volume of dreamling content, these tags are separated from the rest of my sandman fandom tags. Other ships will be present in the general tags and tagged accordingly, just not dreamling.

#sandman fanart

#sandman fic rec

#sandman comics spoilers (anything not covered in season 1 of the Netflix adaptation)

#sandman s2 spoilers (anything related to the filming of Season 2, and Season 2 content when it airs!)

⟪⟪Other Sandman Ships Tags⟫⟫

#hobrinthian (hob x corinthian)

#corintheus (dream x corinthian)

#hellmuse (johanna x calliope)

#gaulcienne (gault x lucienne)

#corinthienne (corinthian x lucienne)

#calliene (calliope x lucienne)

#morphienne (dream x lucienne)

#constantdream (dream x johanna)

⟪⟪Dreamling Tags⟫⟫

#dreamling fic rec (dreamling stories I've read and loved!)

#dreamling headcanon (dreamling fanfic adjacent posts)

#dreamling fanart (fanart that I love!)

#dreamling videos

#dreamling graphics

#dreamling shitposting

#dreamling crafting

#dreamling recipes

As a reminder, this post is a live document and will be updated as I find time to do so or, if I think of new tags I want to track and add to this post. I am happy to add additional tags if you reach out to me via DM or via non-anonymous ask. While I do have anon asks on for other purposes, since tagging is a sensitive subject, I will NOT answer anon requests for tags on my blog. If you are concerned about sending an ask from your main blog vs side-blog, Tumblr does let you send DMs from a side-blog, and I'd be happy to talk to you from there. Thanks for understanding!