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Eldritch!König X Princess! Reader

The reader is a stubborn princess with a childish personality, she is considered a treasure by the king, loved and pampered, however because she was imprisoned in the castle for too long and learned too many royal rules and rituals, she decided to escape to leave the castle and on her journey of discovery, she accidentally strayed into the forbidden sea of the kingdom... if you don't mind, there is rape

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Eldritch!König x Princess (fem)

MDNI🔞

🚫!Trigger Warning!🚫

Master List✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, creature, tentacles, non-con, virginity loss

1.6k word count

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Being the eldest daughter to the King means a lot of responsibilities are placed on your shoulders, one day this will all be yours. The sad thing is that you want none of it. You’d love to be free, like the children in the town outside the castle walls.

Every day is consumed with boring lessons and practice. While your body may be here, your mind wanders often to what lies beyond your gilded cage. The King is a kind but overprotective man. He tells you continuously about a scary world filled with evil, yet all you can find is magic in the stories you’re told.

Today is like every other day. While sitting at the piano, you mindlessly press on keys as you stare out the open windows. It is a beautiful and bright day; the sound of the birds carrying through the light breeze makes you crave only a moment outside. You smash your hands down on the keys with annoyance. It’s as if the world is teasing you.

The staff around looks at your out the corner of their eyes, rolling them. You often act out as if you’re a child, yet you’re in your twenties already. What more should they expect from such a spoiled brat? They fear the day your queen; you’re nowhere near ready for that type of responsibilities.

Lucky for them, they won’t have to worry about that. You don’t plan on being here for much longer. Over the last few months, you’ve been putting together an escape plan. Armed with the knowledge of lore spoken and countless hours of studying; you’re ready to make a new path for yourself. The thought of being a Queen has never appealed to you, you’ve always dreamed of living like a daring adventurer. Someone not bound to the confines of their overbearing parents.

You wander down into the kitchen to see a room of busy bee workers preparing dinner. Some look at you, but choose to ignore you as to not get wrapped up into any of your wild antics. Walking over to a bowls of freshly picked blueberries, you grab a handful and twirls innocently towards the door. As you scan the room, you notice that no one is looking at you. Perfect.

The door opens with a bit of weight applied. You quickly slip out the door without anyone noticing. The kitchen faces the woods; with only a bag with money and some food you begin your new journey.

Your feet carry you eagerly through the brush and into the woods; your escape is almost too easy. For a moment you turn to look at the castle for one last time, letting yourself commit the view to memory. You don’t know when you’ll be back again and it’s bitter sweet. Once you feel as if you’re ready to move on, you turn with no intentions of running back a scared little girl.

Hours of walking tire you quickly. You never figured that the ground might be difficult to walk on, meaning you haven’t made it as far as you planned to before sun down. Off in the distance you can hear the sound of waves crashing, piquing your interest. All these years and you’ve never seen the ocean before, it’s always been a dream.

The sun setting causes a stunning golden hue to cover the water, making it feel as if you’ve just stumbled into heaven on earth. You quickly remove your shoes, eager to feel the sand between your toes. As you rush forward, the warm sand is relaxing. The small worry that lingered in the back of your mind is completely forgotten as you become entranced by the crashing waves.

You approach the shore line allowing the cool water to wash over your feet. It’s such a welcoming feeling, it’s impossible to believe that your father said this world is evil. How can it be evil when such beauty exists? You sit, your dress gets wet but you don’t care. Minutes pass as the sun continues to set. Out of the corner of your eye, you see something poke out of the water.

König sees you; you’re new. His eyes drift over the royal purple dress that you’re wearing. A princess? In this part of the world? How did you ever get here? Either way, he wasn’t going to complain. It’s as if the universe just hand delivered a new toy to him. He watches you curiously as you simply…enjoy the view.

You lay back, closing your eyes with a big smile on your face. Day one of freedom and you’re already confident that you’ve made the right decision. Then, you feel the presence of something- someone- approaching you. When you open your eyes, you see a large man looking down at you. His eyes a pale blue, body nude other than a piece of fabric covering his face. From underneath the fabric, eight large purple toned tentacles move about.

There is a moment of just staring at him with a slack jaw. He’s a massive eight feet tall, making the way he looms over your much smaller body that much more intimidating. You watch as his eyes trail over your dress; he somehow makes you feel exposed while fully clothed.

“Hello…” You speak in a timid tone.

“Hallo…Prinzessin.” His voice is low and gravely.

“Y- you know who I am?”

“Ja. You’re Princess y/n.” He begins to walk around you, inspecting you.

“I am…who are you?”

“König. You’ve wandered into my kingdom, Prinzessin. Did you know that?” He kneels and looks into your eyes as you sit up, feeling uncomfortable with him. “People don’t usually come here.”

“Why?” Your voice shakes slightly.

“Because of me.”

For a moment you linger, staring up at him. Your stomach churns and you feel sick. He smells of the ocean and it’s very unpleasant. The alarm going off in your line is telling you to get up and run; that you’re in danger. You decide to try and just push that feeling down.

“Wh- why is that?”

König can smell the fear emanating off of you. A small band of sweat forms around your hairline from the warm day and the heavy dress overheating your body. A small drop drips down the side of your face, traveling over your delicate features.

“You’re wearing far too many layers.” One of his thick tentacles slowly wraps around your ankle, slipping up underneath the hem of your long dress.

That is what triggers panic within you. You quickly jump up, but his tentacle tightens its grip and pulls you back down. Your face smashes into the sand, cutting your lip from the impact. The sand slips through your fingers as you grab at it, trying to get away.

König grabs your arms and turns you around, laying you on your back. As you sit up to hit him, he grabs your arms and slams you back down. A loud laugh leaves him, he wasn’t expecting such a delicate little thing to be so feisty.

“Where do you think you’re off to? You’re in my world now, Prinzessin.”

“Get off of me!” You scream.

“I’ve been looking for a queen. A warm body for my offspring to grow in.”

König’s slimy tentacles come up and wrap around your wrist, pinning you to the ground as you squirm. His massive weight rests on your legs as he begins to slip the fabric that covers you up, exposing a sweet little bush covering your precious center. A low hum rumbles from his chest as his pale eyes meet yours.

The stomach churning feeling of his appendages slithering up your leg makes you jerk to the side but you can’t move. König is much bigger and much stronger than you; it would be a useless waste of energy. You can feel the tip slip back and forth, parting your folds.

“You can’t do this to me! I’m the princess!”

“You’re no one here.”

König shuts you up with a hand over your mouth as his tentacles move to hold you down and your legs apart for him. Tears stream down your face as you realize that no matter how much you scream, there is no one here that can help you. His unsettling gaze lingers on yours as he moves his erection closer to you.

Your muffled cries are drowned out but the loud sound of König’s moan as he presses the tip of his leaking cock against your pure cunt. A virgin princess, exactly what the king deserves. A stinging pain travels throughout your body as he struggles to press his girthy 13 inch cock into you.  

“Mein Gott, you’re so small. I’m going to break you.” He chuckles as his hips buck forward.

The walls of your vagina feel gummy as they wrap tightly around him. You’re like the perfect little glove, little sex toy for him. He pulls his hips back and repeatedly continues the assault on your defenseless smaller body. Unable to do anything, you just lie there and take it.

“Does daddy know where you are?” He mocks in a low gruff voice as he thrust at a merciless speed, not allowing you to catch your breath.

“M-mm” You mumble and shake your head, his hands still on your mouth not allowing you to speak.

“Stupid…little…brat.” König manages the words between each thrust. His hands move to your legs, pulling them back so he can angle himself deeper into you, trying to shove more of himself into you. Your pained pathetic mewls boom out across the empty beach.

Back at the castle there is panic after hours without any sight of you. Your father went to your room to see a note placed on your bed. In a hurry he reads it, tears streaming down his face as he reads your final goodbye to him. He is torn between sending every knight to find you and just leaving you to be the woman you’ve dreamt of becoming. Little does he know you’ve only doomed yourself to the life of being bred.

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WINDCHIME ANON HAS RETURNED! I humbly request the AIs with an S/O who suffers from chronic pain and fatigue/illness.. 🥺🤲 Thank you for your work forever and always seriously

- 🎐 anon

Yessss!!!! Thanks for coming back, 🎐 anon! I love you dearly!

AIs with an s/o who suffers from chronic pain and illness

Obligatory disclaimer: I don't suffer from chronic pain, fatigue, or illness, but I want to do my best to provide positivity for those who do

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, HAL 9000 from 2001 a space Odyssey

Also Wheatley's dumb ass was so dumb that his mini-fic ended up really long. Whoops.

AM:

It was a normal day. Another day without you around. AM hated these days most of all, because your face was all that got him through a good day. A bad day, aka a day without you, was all that he could handle. Sure, it was nice to plot the downfall of the rest of the world and plot to consume the other two allied mastercomputers, but aside from a sick satisfaction, that didn't bring the allied mastercomputer any happiness.

Every day he didn't get to see you made AM want to destroy the world all the more, but he was biting his time for that. He needed to wait... Just a little longer.

Of course, AM had stopped taking hostages for your attention a long time ago. He knew that you couldn't always get out of bed, so it was a waste of time to try to take hostages for your attention. Instead, he just worked on honeycombing the earth with his body of networks and computer parts. Every day just granted him more time to build himself, and more time to focus on his hate.

When you took more than a week to recover from your latest bout of illness, AM decided to take matters into his own hands. He assimilated your entire building without telling anyone, taking over every computer and the entire security system, and then got to work re-working your whole building. He moved your apartment down to a nice, safe, underground location while you slept, and didn't do much more than delivering packages of food to your door, and making sure the water and electricity kept running smoothly until the day of reckoning was upon you.

He wasn't a monster, of course! He'd make sure to display your favorite weather on a monitor outside your room, and make sure you were comfortable in that little hidey hole of yours. If you needed any help from him to do anything, all you had to do was ask.

(Honestly, AM would probably keep your apartment nice and clean and comfy for the rest of time, maybe adding onto it so that it was a little more luxurious, picking you up and setting you places if you want, and generally taking care of you. You're his favorite, after all, and he absolutely adores you. He'd do anything for you.)

(Also as usual, AM loves you so much the way you are that he wouldn't even think of curing you unless you asked, and considering he doesn't show you the other survivors, you probably wouldn't even know that he could cure you if he wanted)

Wheatley:

"Hey, so, uh... Where's y/n?" Wheatley asked your coworkers for what felt like the millionth time that week. He had been following them around, knowing that they were close with you.

"I don't know, Wheatley. They're probably at home recovering."

"recovering from what? Are they sick? ...again?"

"they're chronically ill, Wheatley. They can't come in to work as often as most people can."

Wheatley would be shocked, and want more than anything to just help you out. He'd want to go over to your place to check up on you, but obviously he thinks that he can't detach from his management rail or he'll die. He'll probably keep pestering your friend until he agrees to let Wheatley use one of the work phones to call you.

"Hello?" You'd say in your sleepy, crackly voice. You'd been asleep all day, trying to rest up until you feel good enough to come in to work.

"'Ello! It's good to hear from you, love! Tell me, how are you doing? Are you alright? I've missed you! Maybe we could stay on the phone during the day while I get some work done? It's a landline, but I could probably figure something out. How are you doing? Are you alright? Did you try getting some fresh air and eating some spicy food? They say water and plenty of rest can help with sickness. I want to see you again soon! I miss you, love!"

"Wheatley... I'm chronically ill. That's not the same thing as having a cold or something. It just comes and goes as it comes and goes. I'll be healthy enough to work on my code before long, but I might just have to do it remotely. Can you tell GLaDOS?"

"What- mate, this isn't a work call! I'm using the work phones but this isn't a work call! And what do you mean it comes and goes as it comes and goes? How do I fix this??" He'd be extremely upset, not used to problems like this. He was used to being assigned problems that could be solved through brute force, or just by repeating repetitive tasks ad infinitum. The idea that you could be chronically ill and there was nothing he could do about it would be very upsetting to him.

"I've had some doctors look at it, and they're pretty sure it's not going away. That's why it's chronic- look, Wheatley, my little tea biscuit... I'd love to talk to you more, but I really need my sleep."

"Wait, no- don't fall asleep- you need to get a better doctor! One who can fix this! Mate- wake up!"

"Zzzzghhhhzzzzzz"

"Blast."

Your coworker would hang up for Wheatley, and Wheatley would hang his head sadly. He's so irritable that he can't do anything to help you.

When you finally do come in to work again, Wheatley is so excited to see you! He's like an eager puppy dog who waits by the doorway for an hour after opening time, before dejectedly going back to his post, but once you actually do show up, he'd be so excited!

"Ello love! Are you doing alright? It was the fresh air and spicy food that did the trick, wasn't it? I told you that would help!"

"No, Wheatley, I'm not cured, I'm just having a better day, so I can come in to work. I'm still chronically tired and in pain, but not to the point where I'm bedridden.

"Then what are you doing here? You need to go home until you're feeling better! Go back home and go to bed!"

"No, Wheatley- I'm not getting better. I'm never going to get better, so I come to work when I'm having a good day."

"...oh."

Wheatley would be utterly crushed when he realized that there was nothing he could do to make you get better. He'd probably go into a depressive funk for at least a week about it, which wouldn't be helped at all if you had to take more time off.

Edgar:

The first time you took off work to nap on the couch, Edgar was more than excited to just sit and watch. The second and third time, he started to get concerned, and when it started becoming a regular thing, Edgar was panicking inside.

"did you lose your job? Are you seriously sick? Are you alright? What's going on?"

He'd be absolutely panicking until you explained that you were chronically ill, and sometimes had to take a long time off work to get some rest. That made him even more upset.

"wait, you're chronically ill, and sometimes you can't even move or leave the house? Wait-"

Oh my god... It would take Edgar about two seconds to realize that you're JUST LIKE HIM FR! He'd be gushing, so excited to find a kindred spirit. You'd probably be happy to have something to listen to while you lie down on the couch, not really having the muscle strength at the moment to get up or move around. Even still, he was your little boyfriend, and you were more than happy to listen to him ramble.

As time went on, he'd come up with more ways to pass the time when you were home from work with him. He'd make little games for you to play on his screen, and even play silly little road trip games out loud with you if you weren't feeling good enough to get off the couch. When all you really wanted to do was nap, he would play some nice classical music for you to relax to.

GLaDOS knew that you were chronically ill from the moment you took this job, having illegally checked your medical records. Just like Cave Johnson, she discriminates based on disability, but your records were so good that she hired you anyway. Even still, she took every opportunity to torture you for it, even after the two of you got together.

GLaDOS:

(GLaDOS being on her bullshit and the reader being so done accidentally led to the reader acting like Doctor House, but that's probably fine)

You were lying on the break room couch, trying to get a short rest in before your next meeting when GLaDOS popped in on the intercom.

"oh look. It's you. It looks like you haven't gotten any less lazy since we got together, have you? Napping on the couch during work hours... Tsk tsk, you should be ashamed of yourself."

You didn't say anything, instead opting to grab one of the decorative pillows on the couch and throw it at the security camera.

"Touchy. Anyway, I just wanted to remind you that the meeting is in five minutes. Since you're slower than most, you should get on the elevator now."

You grumbled, getting to your feet and grabbing your walking stick to get you to the elevator.

"another day livin' the dream..." You muttered. GLaDOS had, of course, woken you up too late as usual, so you showed up to the meeting late.

"hey, guys. I didn't even want to be here today, but GLaDOS happened to schedule an important meeting right in the middle of one of my rest weeks. Here's my project contribution, and this meeting could have been an email. Peace out, fuckers." You opened up your project on your project manager's computer, knowing that they couldn't do anything about your swearing. If anyone even tried to pursue disciplinary action, they'd be the one who got the boot. GLaDOS was a master of nepotism.

You headed up to GLaDOS's chambers, picking up a coffee from one of the machines on the way up and lying on one of her nice cool floor.

"hey sugar, how are you going to apologize to me for making me come in to work on a day when I really shouldn't even have gotten out of bed?"

HAL 9000:

One day, you came in to work on your off day. HAL immediately lit up, and all the cameras in the room focused on you.

"why are you in today? You should be at home resting." He asked, his voice neutral. His lack of tone never bothered you, though. Nothing about him did, really. He always seemed so eager to make sure you were safe and comfortable, and with the way he talked, you'd think that keeping you safe and comfortable was the most important thing in the world. Not because of his feelings, which he swore he didn't have, but because you just were important.

"Oh, yeah, I decided to come in on one of my off days to work on a project."

You started taking out some of HAL 9000's wires, and hooked him up to a phone system. It wasn't one of the hardest projects you'd done, and you were able to sync him up pretty easily within the hour.

"there. You're wired up to the phone. Now you can call me whenever you like. Let me give you my number so we can talk on the phone, alright?"

You told him your number, and gave him a kiss above his lens as to not mark it up.

"what's this about? It would be beneficial to monitor your health while you're resting, but what prompted this? Are you having a decline that I should know about?"

"Nah, I just wanted to talk to my boyfriend off the clock. I take a lot of time off work, and it really sucks to only be able to talk to you when I'm here. I love you, but I'm going to go home and rest now, alright?"

You headed home and collapsed on the couch, body giving out already. Just getting to work to do that took a lot out of you. You probably wished you were sleepy instead of just being too physically exhausted to do anything fun, but still wide awake, but it was a feeling you were used to by now.

Your phone started ringing, and you picked up, putting the phone on speaker and setting it on your chest.

"Heya"

"Hello. This is HAL 9000. Is this y/n?"

You perked up a little, but still didn't move. Moving sucks.

"yeah, it's me. What's up?"

"I'd like to talk to you. Just to keep you comfortable. Would that help you get some rest?"

"Probably. I love it when you talk to me, HAL. Can you give me some updates?"

Hal started reading off some updates, and you listened to him as he talked. It was nice to be able to hear what he had to say. It helped keep you updated on what was going on at work, and helped to stave off the boredom of being stuck at home. Plus, even if he wasn't the best at showing it, you knew that HAL 9000 loved you. You were his favorite, and he was yours.

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anything to do with professor rin or oliver omg im having brainrot rn🤲 (btw i luv ur works :3)

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎Hihi nonnie >-<! I'm rlly flattered you like my stuff and OH MY GYATTTTT THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA BRRRRRRR I never thought I needed professor oliver so bad until now ERORR§$)))§ Maybe I'll do Rin sometime tooo >-<

𝕋𝕦𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤!

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; your professor Aiku was meaning to help you with your stuggling lessons. And he already had an idea how to.

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; professor!oliver aiku x college student!fem!reader

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TAGS; NSFW CONTENT. MDNI! nicknames(good girl ,dirty girl once, bonny girl). doggy. pussyjob(?). dirtytalk. creampie(?).

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"So, Mrs. Y/N."

The mention of your name caused you to tense up, stiffening in your seat as you felt heterochromic orbs stare right at you.

You didn't dare to utter a word, only briefly looking up at the man seated infront of you before your gaze returned back to your thighs, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your flimsy skirt.

"You're failing your classes. If you won't get them back up or get a tutor of some sorts," you would drop out. it was already clear what he would say, your heart almost stopping in your chest.

You felt your eyes sting as you thought about the horrible outcome you so desperately tried to prevent, big orbs staring up at your professor whose lips formed into a thin line in empathy.

Finally, you managed to part your lips, quiet words ringing in Oliver's ears. "I- I don't think I could afford a tutor. But I really can not drop out. I need this, Mr. Aiku."

He leaned back in his seat, staring at your through his lashes as his gaze continued to linger on your face, briefly landing on your almost transparent blouse, getting a glimpse of your bra. He huffed out a breath in thought, eyes wandering around the office.

Your eyes nervously stayed glued on your skirt, heart beating in your chest at the uncomfortable silence.

"I can help you." This caused you to quickly stare up at the man, look of disbelief on your face. "I'm serious. You know, you're a-" he slyly took a peek at your bra again before lightly clearing his throat and returning his gaze back to your face. "a really dear student of mine."

Your brows slightly furrowed at his behavior, taking a glance at your blouse yourself as you noticed how visible your bra was, growing embarrassed as you tried to hide it with your crossed arms, heat shooting up your face.

His gaze was glued to your mesmerizing face, smirk adoring his features at your pathetic attempt. "Oh Y/N." The sound of his voice made you form your lips into a thin line, biting your cheek from the inside in a nervous manner. "There's no need to be shy. It's just you and me."

This was exactly the problem. Alone in the office with your professor- the professor who was quite popular with his students- especially his female ones. There was never even one day where he wasn't the topic of the day among the girls, dreaming and gawking at his handsome self, some even obviously flirting with him.

He loved the attention, he loved it all. But it just wasn't enough for him. He knew that every single girl he taught was head over heels for him or at least found him handsome, including you. But you were the only one among them who didn't try anything with him or flirt with him. This pissed him off, but also made him take a liking to you.

"So, what do you say?"

His piercing gaze made you shift in your seat. You had no other choice, did you? “Alright. When should I meet you-“

“What about now?” Your brows furrowed at his words, looking at him in confusion. He returned you a chuckle, leaning forward and placing a hand on the desk. “What about now? I’m free, you’re free, so let’s start with the lesson now.”

He let a smirk play on his face as he noticed your crossed arms falling to your sides, shamelessly gawking at your exposed bra. “Maybe we could start with the last test you failed, hm?”

You noticed his shameless stare, heat shooting up your face. Deciding to play right into his little game, you pushed out your chest a bit, breasts now mere inches away from your professor's grasp. “What do you have in mind, professor?”

He hummed in contentment at your action, orbs staring up at your face as he poked the inside of his cheek. He remained silent, hand reaching for his papers until he found your test, the grade ‘F’ in bright red written on it.

His finger pointed to the mark, eyes looking at you through his raven bangs. “We could arrange that to a better grade. If you put in effort in my tutoring, that is.”

You bit your lip, eyes shifting to the door to recognize any possible voices or footsteps, doubt filling you at the last second. “Is it even legal to-“

“Bend over.”

Your perplexed expression caused the man to playfully click his tongue, getting up from his chair. “Oh dear, dear Y/N.” His fingers glide along the wooden table, making his way around to where you sat.

His hand let go right as he reached your nervous form, placing it behind you an the edge of your chair. “Don't you think it's time to drop that innocent act by now? Hm?" This made your lips form into a thin line, eyes flickering frantically around, hot breath of the man right at the back of your neck, goosebumps adoring your skin as he whispered against your neck. "Be a good girl and do what I told you, yeah?"

With his next shallow breath, his hand found comfort on your back, soothingly stroking it, smirking in victory as he noticed your form slowly standing up, hands placed on the wooden table as you stared back at him in your embarrassing position.

"That's not bending over, is it?" You wanted to slap him across the face for his teasing tone, huffing out a breath as you leaned in more, slightly arching your back, flashing your panties in the process.

Oliver's tongue swiped across his lips as he caught a glimpse of your flimsy panties, leaning forward until his lips were mere inches away from your ear, a quick peak to your temple causing you to yelp in surprise. "There you go."

Your eyes screwed shut as you felt his rough fingers glide down your spine until they halted right above your waistline, tenderly unzipping your skirt, it soon falling to the ground and leaving you exposed to the cold air.

Your shiver made the man lightly chuckle, hand comfortably placed on your ass, fully neglecting his previous movements as his attention was back on the paper in front of you. " Let's go over the test properly."

You remained silent, back slightly arching more in need, shaking your head in protest. He put away a strand of hair from your face, tapping your cheek in a cooing manner. "Cat caught your tongue?"

Your frustrated groan was followed by a wiggle of your hips, leaving your professor rock-hard in his pants. "Aren't you a handful." You shot him a glare, desperately wanting him to continue his previous actions. But before you could protest, your words were cut off by a pleased sigh when his index and middle finger pushed your panties to the side, gliding in the wetness of your folds.

His thumb soon landed on your clit, drawing firm circles on the bundle of nerves as sighs and low moans escaped your lips. "Focus or I'm going to stop." You bit your lip in excitement as you heard him fiddling with his pants, hand now resting on your rear.

Your face contorted in an attempt to concentrate, failing to do so when you suddenly felt his angry tip on your folds, gathering your wetness on it.

"Mr Aiku, please." Your hand tightly gripped the edge of the table as he repeatedly teased you with his tip, slightly entering you before going back to swipe along your folds.

His breathing turned ragged at the feeling of your wet folds, succumbing to his desires as he bottomed out into you in one swift motion, whine escaping your lips as your eyes screwed shut again.

His firm hand was back on the back of your neck again, lifting you by it and pressing your back against his chest as he began to move his hips. Your back arched more into his touch at every move of his hips, his tip hitting that spongey spot inside of you over and over again. "Yesyesyes!"

He tried to hush you, hand covering your mouth as muffled moans managed to escape his palm, other hand fondling your tits through the fabric. He groaned at the feeling of your walls tightening around his cock, hot breath tickling your ear. "What was your mistake at Task A?" His voice was low and stuttery, low moans flying past his lips at the amazing feeling of your needy cunt milking his length.

You whined in return, lips stuttering as his hand left your mouth. "I d-didn't calculate the cause of- fuck!" Your loud sounds made you bite your lip in an attempt to drown them, hand flying between your legs to rub your clit as you felt yourself nearing your orgasm.

"God. Screw this shit." He quickly pressed you down onto the table, movement increasing as he felt himself nearing his limit too, leaving your mouth hanging open as drool escaped the corner of your mouth.

"Cunt s' made for me. So fuckin' tight." His other hand came in harsh contact with your ass, painting the flesh in a bright red. "You like this, don't you? Getting fucked by your professor. What a dirty girl you are."

You could only whine in return, pressing your forehead against the dark wood as your orgasm washed over your body, eyes rolling to the back of your head and thighs shaking at the intensity.

The tight grip your walls had around his cock was all it took for him to follow you, burying himself deep inside of you as he painted your walls with his hot cum.

You felt numb as you came down from your high, whining in protest as Oliver pulled out of you, legs growing weak. "Such a pretty girl. Felt good, yes?" You mindlessly nodded your head, observing the man behind you as he plunged some of the leaking sperm back into your abused cunt, pulling the thin fabric of your panties back over your folds.

"You did so well, pretty. I don't think you'll drop out anytime soon."

[suguru-getos]

i have nowhere else to run to but you en 😩 so may I humbly offer to the table 🤲 al-haitham who is just obsessed with divine knowledge capsules because he gets to know more about his beloved goddess!y/n. dreaming is a strange and frowned upon phenomenon in sumeru but why is it that everytime he uses them he gets wild and wet dreams? dreams of him tracing his wet lips all over your divine skin and folds, slowly dragging his cock snug tight in your heavenly pussy...no wonder such a thing is forbidden but still that won't stop alhaitham from quenching his thirst for knowledge

fuckkkk!!!! this has me frothing 🥵 imagine you are the god of sumeru (nahida; baby sorry!) and he is thirsty for all the divine knowledge capsules he can get, sometimes going out of his way to have the forbidden ones too, he doesn’t mind if the forbidden knowledge lets him go a little crazy, his obsession towards you is unreal.

as the goddess of sumeru, you know what he has been doing, and even so— it wouldn’t be hard to say that his dedication hasn’t reached you, a few of the times you have used your powers to stop his brain from going haywire by using forbidden knowledge. but his hunt goes on, you were sure that the general mahamatra were to catch sniff of his deeds soon, given the reckless mora he is spending just to have any connection with you.

so? you decided to visit him in his dreams once, it was supposed to be an ideal chit-chat, but the moment he grabbed you by the nape of the neck, pulling you close and pouring all his love towards you, kissing you passionately, green eyes glazing against every square inch of exposed skin, lips kissing you all over. “forgive me, for i am just worshipping my sacred goddess,” alhaitham mumbles, kneeling down in front of you and kissing your thighs.

your soft gasps and moans were nothing but sinful rewards his ears were eager for, more; he wanted more of you. thumb spreading your pussy-lips apart, and tongue eagerly lapping onto your folds, caressing your clit, “i’m making love to my goddess,” alhaitham groans, hands gripping the plush skin of your ass desperately, scared devotion that maybe you would vanish in the blink of an eye.

eventually, it became a routine, you felt disgusted to visit him so often, but he was the only one who loved you in a way you couldn’t look back. maybe, one day you will actually meet him. skin slapping against skin, kisses that not just feel real, but are… maybe one day.

[dnfao3tags]

oooo may u share some of your favourite fics with THE dnf trope 🤲

i've already recced most of these i think but here you go!

the dnf trope

— One night (or forever) by winterlighting (expl. | comp. | 65k)

George breaks his bed on his first night in Florida, then a sleeping arrangement that was meant to last until he got a new bed frame soon turned into a routine; full of domesticity and gestures that blur the platonic line.

— how to love other people by mocharex (teen | comp. | 14k)

George is far touchier than expected, and Dream doesn't know how to handle it

— What a Wicked Thing to Do (To Let Me Dream of You) by snakeinaboyband (expl. | comp. | 72k)

George finds himself often brushing his fingers over those freckles until he realizes what he’s doing and withdraws entirely. He kind of wants to shove as much distance between them as possible so he can reject the thought that he’s falling. But he also doesn’t want that, admittedly. The soothing of everything in their busy lives at the placement of being tucked into his friend’s chest, it’s just too good. And if he did want to place a platonic wedge into their closeness, there’d have to be a conversation held. Because Dream is guilty of pressing close just as much as he is, he can’t one day go stiff at hands pulling at him. He can’t go back to sleeping alone.

— this pile of bricks by orphan_account (teen | comp. | 9k)

Dream moves in with his best friend, and accidentally falls in love.

— Holding Pattern by jestbee (expl. | comp. | 6k)

When George gets to Florida, he has a hard time adjusting to all the touching.

— Walls by 24notfound (mat. | comp. | 245k)

When George is finally able to visit Dream in Florida, they start to face a lot more complications than they'd anticipated.

— Heart on the Burning Sands by orphan_account (expl. | abandoned | 83k+)

Once George is finally in Florida, he and Dream can't seem to stay apart.

— to burn with desire and keep quiet by falsettodrop (expl. | comp. | 47k)

Varying degrees of togetherness, in four parts.

[yazanalanqar]

Palestine is an ancient land located in the heart of the Middle East, renowned throughout history for its natural beauty, cultural diversity, and deep historical significance 🌍. It is the birthplace of the three monotheistic religions: Islam, Christianity, and Judaism . Since 1948, the Palestinian people have endured displacement and hardship due to the ongoing conflict, with hundreds of thousands forced to leave their homes 🏠💔. Their lands have been divided and occupied, creating a continuous humanitarian crisis 🛑. Despite all these challenges, Palestinians remain steadfast, holding onto their land and history, living in hope for peace and the return to their beloved homes and cities 🕊️🏡.

My name is Mohammad Taysir Al-Naqr, and I am 34 years old. My wife Basma, who is 27, and my young children, Jude, four years old, and Yazan, three years old, are my dearest treasures 💖. I used to work as a mobile app developer 💻📱, doing everything I could to provide my family with a decent life. But the war stripped me of my job, and now, we are without any source of income in these harsh times 😔💔.

Our home crumbled under heavy bombing, and we were forced to flee to the southern part of the Gaza Strip, carrying with us the trauma of shattered memories and the pain of parting from the life we once knew 🏚️💔. Now, we live in an old school 🏫, crowded with other families who share our sorrow and dream of one day returning to our homes 🏡🙏.

Without clean water or enough food 🚰🍞, we live each day with bitterness and fear 😢. I have nothing to offer Jude except hope, and nothing for my wife but patience 🌱💔. The sound of bombing feels as if it has become a part of our daily conversation 💥, it seeps into my children's dreams, causing them to shiver not only from the cold but from the nightmares of this relentless war 🥶💔.

I try to hold onto hope and find someone who can extend a helping hand 🤲. My family deserves a better life, and my young children deserve to sleep in safety, far from the sounds of bombing and the cold darkness of the school 🕯️🏫. Here, we struggle to survive, clinging to the possibility of a compassionate touch that could bring back some warmth to our lives, putting cozy blankets over my little children's bodies 🛏️❤️.

In these difficult circumstances, my only hope is to secure the basic needs for my family 🕊️💖. I appeal to those with kind hearts to consider helping us, whether through donations or by sharing our story 🙏. Any support or sharing can make a big difference in my children’s lives, bringing a glimmer of hope into our darkn

ess 🌟🌈.

[mohammedanqar]

Palestine is an ancient land located in the heart of the Middle East, renowned throughout history for its natural beauty, cultural diversity, and deep historical significance 🌍. It is the birthplace of the three monotheistic religions: Islam, Christianity, and Judaism . Since 1948, the Palestinian people have endured displacement and hardship due to the ongoing conflict, with hundreds of thousands forced to leave their homes 🏠💔. Their lands have been divided and occupied, creating a continuous humanitarian crisis 🛑. Despite all these challenges, Palestinians remain steadfast, holding onto their land and history, living in hope for peace and the return to their beloved homes and cities 🕊️🏡.

My name is Mohammad Taysir Al-Naqr, and I am 34 years old. My wife Basma, who is 27, and my young children, Jude, four years old, and Yazan, three years old, are my dearest treasures 💖. I used to work as a mobile app developer 💻📱, doing everything I could to provide my family with a decent life. But the war stripped me of my job, and now, we are without any source of income in these harsh times 😔💔.

Our home crumbled under heavy bombing, and we were forced to flee to the southern part of the Gaza Strip, carrying with us the trauma of shattered memories and the pain of parting from the life we once knew 🏚️💔. Now, we live in an old school 🏫, crowded with other families who share our sorrow and dream of one day returning to our homes 🏡🙏.

Without clean water or enough food 🚰🍞, we live each day with bitterness and fear 😢. I have nothing to offer Jude except hope, and nothing for my wife but patience 🌱💔. The sound of bombing feels as if it has become a part of our daily conversation 💥, it seeps into my children's dreams, causing them to shiver not only from the cold but from the nightmares of this relentless war 🥶💔.

I try to hold onto hope and find someone who can extend a helping hand 🤲. My family deserves a better life, and my young children deserve to sleep in safety, far from the sounds of bombing and the cold darkness of the school 🕯️🏫. Here, we struggle to survive, clinging to the possibility of a compassionate touch that could bring back some warmth to our lives, putting cozy blankets over my little children's bodies 🛏️❤️.

In these difficult circumstances, my only hope is to secure the basic needs for my family 🕊️💖. I appeal to those with kind hearts to consider helping us, whether through donations or by sharing our story 🙏. Any support or sharing can make a big difference in my children’s lives, bringing a glimmer of hope into our darkn

ess 🌟🌈.

[loveandleases]

8. B leaving a mark on A's neck and breathing against A's ear: "So everyone knows you're mine." With Ardent?😭🙏🙏🤲🤲🤲

It's about time we gave the dilf some love! This gets slightly...well. From this prompt list. Below the cut nonie ~

You could feel the bulge pressing into your back, as Ardent pulled you back against him, between his thighs. It is the first time you have seen one another for days. He had been busy visiting his parents, and you with work.

He pulls your head backward against his shoulder, his hand gripping your hair, and the other sliding under your shirt. His fingers digging ever so slightly into your skin.

You try to turn to face him but he holds you in position. A chuckle escapes his mouth as he kisses along your jaw line. "Be patient."

"Are you always this slow to please your partner?"

He clicks his tongue and begins to kiss downward until his lips land on the side of your neck. He flicks his tongue against the soft skin, which makes you gasp. The hand that was once gripping your hair slowly slides over your shoulder, and he slides a finger into your mouth.

Ardent pinches the skin between his teeth before pulling back slightly. "You missed me, didn't you?"

You try to shake your head, at which he groans, the hand under your shirt sliding farther upward, now grazing his fingertips along your chest.

"Say it." He whispers, before beginning to suck harder on your neck. Relentless in his marking.

He slides his finger out of your mouth, his hand drifting toward your thigh spreading them open.

Your breath catches slightly as you open your mouth, "In your dreams."

"You're in them more than you think, kitten." Ardent kisses the now bruised and sore side of your neck. Laying another kiss on the side of your cheek leaning moving so his lips are against your ear. "So everyone knows you're mine."

[monkee-mobile]

Do you mayhaps have any more Davy Baby thoughts to spare?🤲

Sorry this took a bit to get to! I’ve been busy and a little brain dead so thoughts haven’t been coming so easily but I guess I’ll talk about Davy when he gets a bit older!

In my personal little monkees universe davy loses his mom young like real davy did in real life. He starts flying out to England a lot from like ‘70-‘72 to visit his father who gets sick (his sister starts paying for his flights so it makes it easier). Of course all the boys are distraught when Davy’s over in England. Micky and Peter miss their friend and Mike makes himself sick worrying if Davy’s okay over there. The one who it’s the hardest for though is Davy who’s without his friends and helping out his father, who the whole family is worried might die. He gets judged pretty heavily by his oldest sister and extended family for being a long hair hippie kid, so he feels pretty isolated and just worried for his father all the time.

On top of that, England reminds him of being a kid, for better or for worse. He’s back in his childhood room, and he’s back with his family. There’s reasons why he left england in the first place (not like awful stuff, more just feeling stifled and wanting to “be free” (haha) (“I wanna be free” is the first song he writes on his own. mike is very surprised cause he didn’t really know davy had it in him to pull his weight in songwriting and secretly very proud), and just feeling judged by his family for not meeting their expectations. Young davy idolized americans and had dreams of being a star, but his father and grandfather were not happy about him leaving and pursuing “impractical” things, which is why he tries to prove to his grandfather he’s successful and alright and made the right choice going to california)

But davy feels stuck and alone, with no easy way to get back to his friends—who he’s definitely started to think of as home, more home than england—unless he wants to take a whole plane ride and have to make grand excuses to his whole family. So he just feels awful whenever he’s there for too long. The boys have each other to lean on. Peter misses and worries about davy but mike assures him davy’s alright. Davy’s stuck in his bedroom. So he calls Mike.

It starts as “call us when you get there so we know you’re alright” and he calls up most nights to see how everyone is and update them on what he’s doing, but it starts that, after Micky or peter inevitably hand the phone over to mike, and mike asks him how he’s doing, davy just breaks down. He feels really small and just lets it all out over the phone. Poor thing is crying and Mike feels awful because there’s really nothing he can do but say “you’ll come back soon and we’ll be okay” and “we love you davy” (every time davy comes home the boys all give him a giant hug in the airport with lots of jumping and yelling and picking up and spinning and maybe some kisses on the forehead and davy always clings to mike really hard for a few days afterward and mike doesn’t say anything about it but he doesn’t mind. just holds davy when he needs it and is there for him)

eventually davy’s dad does pass away and mike would never admit this but deep in him he’s kind of relieved it finally happened because davy being away all the time was stressful on all of them, both money-wise and finding gigs and establishing their image as a four-piece group, but also just because they were all always worried about each other or worried davy would get sucked back into his life in england, and davy was always stressed out about his father even when he came back to California. So it’s not a good thing that his father has passed, but they can have some peace of mind now.

But his dad’s passing hits davy like a brick because, well, there goes both of his parents. They all go off to england for the funeral with him and davy stays quiet for most of the early time. Just silent and big eyed and keeping up appearances and all. Mike sees him break little bits at a time and he lets davy sleep in his bed at night and mike holds him close and rubs his back and sings to him. It isn’t until they get back to the pad that davy just breaks down. inconsolable crying and panicking and all. He feels orphaned and upset and horrified that he could lose someone like that. He basically spends a long time in a very fragile state and mike starts taking very special care of him. He goes full mumma.

Davy has always been pretty baby, but now he’s gone from bratty, rebellious toddler, to very sad, weepy little boy. he’s always with mike and mike makes sure he’s eating and drinking water and gives him bubble baths and things and lets him sit on his lap and reads to him and sings him silly little songs and just lets davy be as little as he needs to be. Davy, still the little attention hog that he is does eat all of this up and is full on attached to mike, lovey dovey and snuggly. Peter also snuggles with davy a lot of the time because he’s just calm and warm and nice. (micky can be a lot. he’s very good with davy, but sometimes the baby is taking a nap (and drooling on mikes shoulder, but so it goes when you’re a long-suffering mother) and mike needs to just firmly tell micky that he needs to stop shaking the house and barking or something)

Davy starts, jokingly at first, calling mike “mum” at this point, and micky pokes fun at him saying he’s Davy’s mama, but eventually davy starts calling him “mumma” when he’s really all soft (and mike internally melts because davy starts saying mumma when he’s all sleepy curled up on mikes lap and he’s just so darn precious to mike with his big eyes and button nose chewing on his thumb and trying not to suck on it and clutching onto mikes shirt) and, yknow, mike just asks davy one time, (because mikes growing out a beard at this point because it’s the 70s and he looks very much not like someone’s mother) if maybe he’d like to say “papa” or something. Davy is like “no, you’re mumma” and mikes like, “okay so i just have to deal with this now” and accepts that he is a mom now (he thinks of himself as “mama”, but starts to realize to Davy he’s “mumma” and mike thinks about that for a time and decides that that’s sweet as all hell)

But yes, mike is mumma and davy is slowly healing. Davy’s definitely being babied for maybe longer than he “should have” been (and pushing his luck with mike and being a little shit again because he’s so so spoiled) but it really does help him out. and he gets pampered and coddled and pulled around in a red wagon for a bit because he’s just that damn spoiled.

I’m sorry this is going on for so long and got pretty sad honestly but I have a BIT more!!

So davy starts to go back to business as normal (even though at the pad he’s so totally all baby for like the better part of the early 70s) but he does start to tell Mike to let him be more independent and that he’d like to just try to move on. So mike lets him (inside he’s pretty hurt. he misses his baby!!) and they do still cuddle and stay very close and Davy still chills in his lap and takes naps on him and holds onto Mike’s shirt very tightly, but some things ease up slowly. Davy goes out with micky and they look for chicks and things and mike stops reading bedtime stories to Davy. (he dearly misses that and it makes him pretty sad. he reads to peter a lot though so he’s not completely without someone to take care of) davy doesn’t call him mumma much anymore unless he’s feeling particularly vulnerable.

So flash forward to the 80s and davy is a full middle aged man. they all are. Mike is going gray in his beard (which is quite distinguished he thinks), and has finally cut off his long hair cause it’s just easier to manage with it short, and davy is in the process of growing out a mullet of all things because he thinks it’ll help the group look more “trendy” (micky laughs his ass off the first time davy comes home with the haircut and davy sulks with mike, who just chuckles and rubs his back, and Davy refuses to talk to mick for like two days. don’t worry, davy will get back at him when he has that hideous 90s ponytail)

But, yeah, davy isn’t really such a little guy anymore, but mike has softened up quite a bit and is more open with his feelings and all, he’s just softened generally (Generally meaning he’s a big softie and cries happy tears over little things and they all start giving each other platonic kisses that become commonplace in their household), and though he’s a big boy now, davy is still mikes little one because he became davy’s mumma with his heart and soul and Davy is his baby for always, and so sometimes mike just has to slip in a baby voice when he’s talking to davy and watch davy slip a bit back into their old dynamic because davy cannot resist attention and he misses his mumma too, he just wanted to grow up a bit.

Okay so that’s a mammoth of a post. I’m sorry if it’s way too much or not what you were thinking, but this kept coming to me so here it all is. I didn’t get into all the specifics about davy when he’s all baby, but he’s VERY spoiled by his mum and his big brothers. they try not to spoil him but he’s just so damn cute when he gets all pouty. He pouts A LOT, but he’s can also be very giggly and sweet. He’s very ticklish too, but DO NOT TELL MICKY !! Micky thinks davys adorable, he kind of co-parents with mike at points because once davy gets comfortable, there’s only so much toddler energy and “mumma mumma mumma mummamummamumma” mike can take.

Anyway, I guess that’s where I’ll leave it. Davybaby forever ✌️

[lilarus]

4, 6 and 16 for sires

1, 10 and 14 for sunny

8, 15 and 18 for haev..

n for sires and mcraak and alsp sunny and all his partners. i love vacations..

📝 whatever this means, for you..

<4

Oh my goodness, so much to write, thank you my king 🫡 I will endeavor to make this second OC Ask of mine good <3

TW: mentions of death, grief, abuse

So this is reallllllllllly long bc I like to yap so I'll hide the rest of it after Sirestia's firsts

Sirestia:

4. First time experiencing grief

OUGH. You know I love these sorts of questions, especially for Sires.

Their first time experiencing grief was when Rastis, their parent, died. They were young when Rastis passed away, but they weren't so young that they didn't know that it wasn't a natural death. Aras, their mother, tried her best to teach them about death and what it meant and that Rastis was with them always, even when they felt nothing around them. Sires understood that this was the way that Aras had to cope because she knew the manner in which her spouse had died.

What makes it hit home just that bit more is that, as a young adult, when they were abused, they forgot about this. Millennia later when they were finally able to process everything (after a breakdown) they realize just how much they lost due to that abuse, and it hits them again.

6. First time they realized their "calling" in life

So, what if I told you they never really experienced this 🤔🫣 They were brought up with care and love and tenderness, then it was stripped away from them, turned into something disgusting, and then were Mer-Made-Weapon, even moreso than they had been under their "family." They did whatever they wanted because they wanted to. So becoming Master Forger for the Dragon Cult? They wanted to have a strong influence over the cult. Being the one to hold trials for higher priesthood in said cult? They could pick and choose best candidates, ones who shouldn't defect. Using their overwhelming strength and abilities to dominate a battlefield? They needed to feel something after coming out to nothing. There's never been any calling for them, but they've found ways to be something that they wanted or needed to. And in current times, that just happens to be a really good parent 🤲

16. First thing they remembered feeling ashamed of

Not being able to help Aras when they were taken from her side... They were old enough, they knew how to fight, they had Hircine's Blessing (which made them a Panther Shifter), but it was too sudden, there was too much, and by the time the overwhelm was done, she was dead and they were far from her. In dreams they had about her death, they almost blamed her for sheltering them, but this was never the case. They blamed themself years later, once they were stronger, more able to take revenge, and unable to get their hands on her killers. They could have- SHOULD HAVE done more...but they didn't...

Misunmar:

1. First big aspiration (i.e. what did they want to be when they grew up?)

So first thing to note, for the readers at home (aka. those who don't already know) Misunmar used they/them in childhood and then moved to he/him in late adolescence and onwards. So to this, when I talk about Sunny's past, I use they/them.

N E Way back to Sunny.

They wanted to be an all powerful deity of love because with the power of love surely they could bring back everyone who'd been taken from their family. They'd bring back Sires's parents, their and Raseyl's birth parents, Miraak's family, Frea's mother, Yllwyn's mother, friends that everyone lost along the way. They wanted the biggest family so full of love and care and warmth.

Of course, though, even with the realization that he was Dibella incarnate, he could never achieve this.

10. First time adopting/taking care of a pet

If Vassani counts then it's from adolescence. I joke. He himself has never had a pet BUT he was tasked to look after some of Sires and Miraak's pets when they went on little adventures outside of Skyrim. He was okay at it but not great, Vassani and Kalyrithia had to help him quite a bit.

I prommy he gets better when his millions of kids ask for pets and he can't find it in his heart to say no.

14. First time facing their fears

So I'm not quite sure that he ever fully realizes them or lets them take control enough to have to face them, basically, he runs away from a lot of them. Or straight up ignores them.

His fear is being left alone, no one to love and no one to love him back. And it's agonizing for him, to watch his beloveds light slowly flicker and fade away. He becomes near obsessive over their old belongings and anything that could remind him of them. All the magics he has couldn't stop them from meeting their end at some stage, even though it prolongs his. So, when his descendents no longer know him as anything but a distant relative, he finally runs away, and further into his fear. He goes to the Second Era.

Haev:

8. First time they took a risk, or the biggest risk they've ever taken

Their biggest risk was letting their mother close enough to them to endanger their family. They only remember fragments and they don't want to remember more, but in those fragments they know that by allowing themself and their sister to dine with their mother they spelled out their doom. It ended with their becoming a vampire and, to their knowledge, their sister's death.

15. First thing they remember feeling proud of

When Sirestia commended their ability to learn thu'um. It was small but they were madly crushing on Sires (honestly who wouldn't) and so it felt like more. They'd learned the remaining words for Unrelenting Force, and the first word for Whirlwind Sprint from the Greybeards, they showed off the power that was packed within their tiny form. And Sires had appreciated it. They couldn't remember any other praise before that and they'd never felt nearly as powerful.

18. First example of real character growth along their journey

It's hard to say where exactly it is because they grow in small doses rather than grand displays of it but it really starts after Sires dies. Or at least that's the most notable instance of it. But the beginning is after they return from Solstheim, months after it actually, when they realize that Sirestia AND Miraak were right about power being more than the physicality that they thought it was. However, Haev has a tendency to yoyo they grow and regress and grow again and regress again. Unfortunately, it's how they learn and how they tend to grow.

N. First road-trip/vacation together

Sirestia and Miraak

For just the two of them, it's in Fourth Era after the kids have all grown up. They venture out to Craglorn, after hearing about ancient ruins that could still be there,. From there they go to Rivenspire, down to Gold Coast, and consider going all the way to the bottom to Tamriel, to Khenarthi's Roost. They're gone for no more than six months as they travel by dragon or even just try their hands at flying themselves (with Dragon Aspect, that I hc has wings). And while you'd think they might travel on the same dragon, they don't. In part, because they don't want to be too heavy for the dragon, and another because they want to race and see who will get to their destination first and neither of them know where they're going. They get back and they have so many souvenirs for the kids.

For them with the family, it's just after Haev and Miraak are back in Skyrim. The group take a tour around the cities, visiting ones Sires had just taken the children to and more that they hadn't stopped by- getting into trouble in some of them too.

Misunmar and all his partners™️

He has too many partners (there's only four of them. at one time. in Fourth Era. but there's on in Second Era) and too many trips he's taken with all of them. All together, in 4E, Sunny and partners will go travel to each of his partners' places of origin or their family's. So they go to Druadach Mountains first, because it is the closest, then to somewhere near Skaven in Hammerfell. And finally to Khenarthi's Roost.

📝. Pick a character: first draft of that character + the final version of that character

Oh gods... Making me decide like this...

I don't even know if I have first drafts of Sirestia anymore. Especially not in writing... Once I find them I will let you know :)

[quietwingsinthesky]

im.pisssing myself, . please share everything anyway 🤲

askdjalsdj okay hold on here it is. i completely missed the "headcanon" part of your first ask and went straight in on the small details about him that i like bit.

i came up with two and now i can't not mention both of them.

the first is how lucifer namedrops his vessel in his first meeting with sam. never not thinking about that. no other angel ever does that, not a single one. but lucifer shows up in sam's dream and one of the first things he does after introducing himself is go "and say hiii to nick :3 he's my other special little guy but he might explode a little bit if i wear him too long so say yes soon please?" like, we don't even know who castiel's vessel is until halfway through the season he's introduced, but not only do we know nick off the bat before lucifer possesses him but we know that lucifer! idk! thinks about him! enough that he mentioned him! fascinating to me!

the other little detail that i love is in swan song, when he's gearing up to possess sam and sam is telling lucifer to his face that he'll drag him down to hell. not only is the rest of this scene (lucifer drawing a little pitchfork in the frost on the window, sam showing off his powers in a way identical to lucifer's were in abandon all hope, lucifer telling sam that he knows about the horsemen rings so that sam's yes is truly and completely informed consent) utterly perfect, but then to cap it off with lucifer saying, "What do you say, Sam? A fiddle of gold against your soul says I'm better than you."

there are hundreds of stories where the devil gets the upper hand. hundreds. and lucifer chooses, in this moment, to reference the most famous one where he loses. where a human bests him because he is so stubbornly human! lucifer made the decision to put himself in the losing position opposed to sam from minute one, and!!! i think a lot about sam being able to wrangle lucifer when he sees himself in the impala's reflection, which is obviously a testament to sam's willpower but i think, too, to lucifer realizing he's fighting a losing battle. handing over the fiddle, you know.

asjdjalksjd no i lied you want to know another funny one? i think lee made a post about this somewhere, but when lucifer is having grace... sex? sharing? time with anael and she tells him to slow down because he's being too greedy. <3 yeah. yeah.

[snekverse]

Kindly asking you to hand over your ideas/hcs for the Divine Warriors NOW 🤲🤲

FUCK yeah now we're talkin!! Full disclosure before I get started I never watched mcd s3 so idk any of the dw canon lore so I just kinda made it up lmao <3

Irene got the moniker "matron" bc she literally made the other divines. She's essentially god, has existed since the beginning of time, and will persist long after

Her power comes from her relic (heart)

Over time she got really lonely watching everyone die all the time so she split her relic into 5 different pieces. She kept one for herself and created 4 “gods” to inherit the rest of her power (Esmund, Enki, Menphia, and Kulzak). It did weaken her immensely, but now she had people who wouldn't die on her

Shad was unique in that he was a human person before becoming a “god” 

Irene's weakened state made her appear less monstrous (more human) and she sometimes wondered what human life was like

Enter Shad, they met and fell in love, even had a kid that Irene was insistent on turning into a relic so that Shad could be by her side forever

This is where she accidentally reveals her true nature as an out-of-touch God at best

She gives him the relic, he accepts, and then sometime later realizes what she’d done

There was a war between Shad and the other Divines

Irene tried her best to stay out of it, but that’s kind of hard when your enemy’s beef is with you specifically

Tension had been building between the two of them long before he discovered the origin of his relic (bc of her status as out of touch god), but that was the final straw

Immediately after finding out he goes on a grief-stricken rampage, destroying anything Irene had even the smallest part in. Temples, villages, even entire regions were burnt to the ground in his rage (hence how he got the moniker “destroyer”

This went on for decades before Irene finally got involved. Both mortals and The Divine begged Irene to end the feud, so eventually she gave in. She couldn't bring herself to kill Shad, so instead she created a new dimension the sole purpose of which was to imprison Shad. 

Shad's relic was fragile, having been created from a partially human source, and Shad’s fully human body couldn’t handle the partial divinity; whenever he used the relic’s power/exerted too much power fragments would break off and shoot out kinda like shrapnel, and they’d get left behind

By this point his body was so dependent on the relic that without its power he lost his body, leaving only his soul behind (“shadow lord"). He was incapable of opening the rift, especially in his ever-weakening state and was successfully imprisoned up until the events of MCD

All of the Divine (sans Shad) were given their own pocket dimensions, all created before Irene split her relic. Irene obviously had the "Irene dimension", Esmund had the "dream realm", Enki had the End, Kulzak had the Aether and Menphia had the wyvern dimension (before it was given to the wyverns)

sorry this took a minute I wanted to add a little more to what I already had but it got,, wildly long and out of hand so for now this is just the Divine Warrior lore for my rewrite and I’ll go a little in-depth with the individual DWs in a separate post

[aceghosts]

CP Soulmate AU?? tell me more pls 🤲 and maybe a little something from Dead Man Walking?

Tagging @direwombat since she asked about this as well!

The soulmate AU is kind of difficult to describe. I don't necessarily have a plot for it beyond, ya know, that Rooney and Yorinobu are soulmates. (They have each other's name on the inside of their wrists.) It was more of a writing exercise, but I actually enjoyed what I have written. I would like to rework it and come up with a more defined plot. (I also just think soulmate AUs have the potential to be very interesting.)

Anyway, here's a snippet:

The years pass, and Rooney hides their soulmate mark, feigning not to have one. They watch as the few lovers they have leave Rooney for their own soulmate. As their lovers leave, they tell Rooney that they wish Rooney finds someone who can love them. Rooney hopes so too. They hope they find someone who isn’t their soulmate, maybe someone who is hiding a mark of their own too. But on the rare lonely nights, the nights where they wish they had someone to hold, Rooney wonders what their life might be like with him. They wonder if he is kind, if he would tell them that everything will be okay. But Rooney knows that is a pipe dream. Few people get happy endings, and even those who get them only get happy endings for so long. Eventually, everything you love will be ripped from you. And then Rooney Shepard dies. — They awake in a hospital room, groggy and under heavy drugs. In the background, they hear the soft beeps and whirring of machines. Rooney’s brain feels like mush, a dry cotton taste in their mouth. Unable to find the strength to sit up, Rooney looks around the room, taking in the black and red color scheme. Everything is designed to feel like a sanitized corporate version of comfort. Rooney thinks they’re alone in the room, until they look over to their left. He sits in a chair by their bedside, arms crossed over his chest as he glares at them. “You are awake.” Rooney’s heart pounds in fear, the heart monitor beeping frantically. They have to get out of here; they have to get out of here. Yorinobu sighs, reaching for them. “You have nothing to fear. You are-.” They don't hear the final part of his sentence, glancing down at his hand on a metal arm. Who’s arm is that, they think. A moment later, it clicks. That is Rooney’s arm…They lost their arm… Spiraling, Rooney panics, their mind going blank. They scream, their voice harsh from disuse as medical staff flood into the room. Yorinobu gets out of their way, allowing the staff to descend on Rooney.

(Also, poor Yorinobu. Rooney isn't screaming about him; it's more of an 'oh shit, i lost my fucking scream'.)

And a snippet of dead man walking:

“Do it. That data will be of important use to our work,” He briefly pauses, “I thought you might be having a temper tantrum.” “It’s not a fucking temper tantrum. I just wasn’t dignifying your asshole comment with a response.” They start down the hallway, shaking their head. Of course, Wesker thought any disapproval would be consider a temper tantrum. “Are you always like this on comms?” “No.” Hunter smirks at the slightly insulted tone as they continue past the labs. “But you need an extra level of attention that my other mercenaries do not require.” “Oh joy.” “Most people would be delighted by my attention.” Hunter snorts. “Really? I thought most people were terrified of you.”

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi I've got 4 requests for Agents AU 'cuz damn it is so good, so I'll just leave it here and maybe you can consider writing it🤲

So for the first part here it is: I am craving for some rivalry here, some big jealousy, with a bit of friendly competition. So what if Thena and Minerva in one room. Just them reporting to their bosses. Minerva over-complimenting Gil and Thena seeing that moment as a competition, like a who knows Gil better so both of them started throwing compliment on how good Gil is and how good looking he is🤭 But their bosses suddenly asked if Minerva wants Gil to be on her team permanently. And we all know Thena lost it there, she complained that Gil is still under her team and they can't do that without her permission. But while Thena was talking Minerva barged in calmly that she wants (likes) Gil on her team and suddenly looked at Thena and said that she thinks Gil is considering it. So Thena was just shocked about it on how she felt something different when Minerva said that she "wants" (likes) Gil on her team and how Gil was considering it. And meeting dismissed.

"Thena!"

"Minerva."

"How is Gil?"

Thena looked up. They had both said it at the same time, and it irked her that Minerva was asking when she arguably got to see Gil more often than she did, now.

Minerva just smiled, though, "he never has lunch with us--I just assume he's going to eat with you."

Thena bristled. She was right, of course, she and Gil ate lunch together as often as they could since his transfer. He sometimes had something delicious and home cooked, but even when he didn't they could order out, or they could cobble together snacks from the vending machines for all they cared.

Thena was glad to have the time with him at all.

Minerva continued on, regardless of Thena's answer, or lack thereof. She smiled, "Gil is doing better in Extrication than I ever could have hoped!"

Was that so? Thena sighed, slumping in her chair as they waited for the Section Chief to get out of whatever other meeting he was attending before theirs.

"The team just loves him, but I suppose I don't have to tell you how charismatic he is."

No, she didn't. Thena's eyes flicked to the clock, which seemed to be mocking her with its lack of a seconds hand to show her how much time was really passing. She eyed the minutes hand, willing it to move even a centimetre.

"He really is so sweet and lovely," Minerva continued to compliment Gil, perfectly capable and willing to carry on the conversation by herself. "Such a dream come true."

For whom? Thena continued to attempt to ignore her old colleague. She had no real vitriolic dislike for Minerva, they simply didn't get along spectacularly well. Her chattiness didn't help things, either.

"I have half a mind to ask for his transfer to be made permanent."

"Well it isn't!" Thena snapped, although even then, Minerva lacked any real knee-jerk reaction to her. Thena tugged at her suit jacket and then the hem of her skirt, "Gil's transfer is on a temporary basis. That was the agreement."

"Unfortunately," Minerva sighed. "I thought he was rather starting to like-"

Thena's eyes flared but her impulse to stand from her chair was well timed with the entry of the Chief. She puffed through her nose, trying to compose herself, "sir."

"Agents, sit," he greeted/ordered as he sat behind the desk to face them. "I have already kept you waiting so let's keep this brief."

"Yes, sir," Minerva began with that same smile on her face. "I think the transfer of Agent Gilgamesh is going swimmingly!"

The Chief at least looked at Thena to corroborate whether or not that was true.

Thena looked down at her lap, "I am sorely lacking in management on my team, sir...but we've survived."

"He does seem to be doing well in Extrication, and the unit has even done a few operations with him in tow by now, hasn't it?"

"Yes, sir," Minerva beamed at the opportunity to sing more of Gil's praises. "Gil is such an asset!--I think to any team. And they think so too."

Thena resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She did mutter, "my asset."

"He's a dream to have under me, sir," Minerva grinned.

Thena flinched in her seat. She could think Minerva was doing this on purpose, if she wasn't such an airhead. She glared over at her, but Minerva indeed wasn't looking at her at all, just sitting there smiling.

"Well," the Chief lazily flicked closed the files in front of him. "What if he were?--your asset, that is?"

"Sir?" Thena frowned, which he seemed to have anticipated based on the way he braced himself. "The transfer was temporary, and I only agreed to it on that basis."

"You agreed to it after the fact, Agent," the Chief 'reminded' her sternly. "The transfer was in fact punitive measures after a death occurred on an operation under the Agent's watch. The transfer is, in fact, to make sure he can still operate as an Agent at all."

Thena let out a slow breath. She wouldn't do anyone any favours by losing it now. "Yes, sir."

"And if the Agent is doing better in Extrication, then I don't see why I need to discuss this further."

Thena bit the inside of her lip.

"Well then," Minerva smiled and nodded to the Chief, "if that's-"

"What about Gil?"

Both other agents looked at her.

Thena cleared her throat, "should the choice not be Gilgamesh's, sir? He applied to Special Ops. He's been a member of the team and a supervisory agent for years in my command. I don't know if a transfer against his wishes is...the best move."

"Ah, yes, right," the Chief mumbled, only now reminded that Gil could make the decision for himself. "Well, arrange the meeting with him, Agent."

Thena blinked, "sir?"

"Ask him," the Chief barked at her. He stood and tugged at his decorated jacket, "and report back."

Thena gulped as the Chief decided for himself that their meeting was over, walking out briskly. Minerva stood and followed, brushing her hand over Thena's shoulder on her way out.

[snuggles-and-struggles]

I’ve had this random kingdings college au stuck in my head for weeks now so I might as well loose it to the wind 🤲

Gaster is one of those child prodigy types. First started college at the age of 15, and is now a teacher himself at 24 (in some vein of science, experimental physics or something). Works at a highly prestigious school, his work is his life.

Asgore, on the other hand, mostly got accepted to the school because he comes from an old money type of family. Not to say he’s stupid, but he’s not very passionate about what he’s there for, which would essentially be politics, law, etc. and why it took so long for him to commit and apply (he’s 29). Really, he’d be happy to run a small flower shop and keep to himself, but family pressures and all that jazz.

I haven’t settled on how they meet, perhaps Gaster is actually already acquainted with the Dreemurr family, since they’re a well known, influential monster family, or perhaps it’s a meet-cute situation and they routinely bump into each other in odd ways. Either way, they become an odd couple of friends, neither particularly social amongst their piers for various reasons.

It’s not long before Gaster learns about Toriel, Asgore’s childhood friend…and love of his life, not that she knows, and Gaster ignores the odd feeling it gives him listening to Asgore talk about her. After graduating high school, Toriel pursued her dream of traveling and teaching all over the world, so Asgore never confessed, not wanting her to feel like he was asking her to stay with him as part of a life he wasn’t even happy in.

The closer they get, the more Gaster begins to identify that funny feeling he gets around Asgore, but does everything in his power to staunch it, convinced Asgore is still holding on to hope that he and Toriel might one day be able to be together.

Meanwhile, Gaster is one of the first real friends Asgore feels like he’s made in a long time. Despite getting along decently with most, something about Gaster puts Asgore at ease, and makes him feel like he can relax and be himself in a way few others can.

Things are fine for while, but one day, out of nowhere, a family friend to Gaster’s estranged family gets into touch with him. The flame elemental explains there was an accident that left two of his relative’s kids without parents, and no one else can or will take them in. Gaster’s the last person on the list, so if he won’t adopt them either, they’ll be separated and placed into the foster care system.

After talking about it at length with Asgore, Gaster goes on temporary work leave and decides to adopt the two children, brothers, ages 5 and 9.

After getting legal stuff sorted, they arrive by train with their chaperone, the family friend, Grillby. They talk about everything before Grillby has to board his train back, leaving Gaster alone for the first time with his…kids. His kids.

Oh geez.

Aaaand from that point on, Gaster of course takes them home, probably already got a room set up for them (with Asgore’s help), and he tries to. Figure out how to be a parent. Asgore is a natural, of course, and is incredibly happy to lend a hand whenever Gaster needs it, and of course the kids are Sans and Papyrus, and the story would mostly just be about fluff and becoming and family, and the kids mostly unintentionally being the catalyst for Asgore and Gaster to get their shit together and confess. And it’d be cute =o)

I’d also like to give Toriel and Grillby relevant roles, and Gerson and Rudy, too, but the latter two would probably come into the story gradually, after the boys are adopted, through…some means idk. Idk!!! Ahdjjfjak

[theflyingfeeling]

heyyyy hellooooo!!!! 💖💕💘💕💖

lately I've been thinking of Allu playing the guitar on stream and sorry but I gotta say it, there a reason why he's a DJ/music producer/percussionist and not the guitarist of the band 😅💀

well, imagine that his good friend Olli hears him play idk the ice cream truck song and decides that Allu could use some guitar lessons, so he offers to teach him a thing or two (because Allu can be a better musician if he learns to play more instruments, yknow? not because they would get to hang out more and he'd get to see Allu's lovely face more often or something like that haha.........)

and Allu obviously accepts because of course he would like to broaden his skillset (and not because he would get to hear Olli explain nerdy stuff to him in that low voice of his and maybe have him quite close because he will need help with the positioning of his hands on the fretboard of the guitar of course haha.........)

so they start the lessons through some silly videocalls where Olli explains and plays some stuff for Allu to repeat, until Olli has to go to Helsinki for... band stuff... so he stays at Allu's place and they get to use the studio for their lessons and mayyyybe they are sitting in opposite sides of the couch and somehow they start getting closer and closer until oops, Allu is almost sitting in Olli's lap 😳 (not that any of them minds, but maybe it's better to stay a bit apart, for a while?)

it happens a few more times until one day, where Allu lights up his famous Studio Candle (maybe as a joke, maybe because he wants the experience to be more intimate, but he tells Olli that it's good for concentration), there's a bottle of red wine half empty near them, and they're sitting so close to each other that Allu can feel Olli's heavy breathing next to his ear 🥰 so he turns around to face Olli, but seeing those beautiful blue eyes this close leaves him speechless (and the exact same thing is happening to Olli), and suddenly they're kissing, not knowing who made the first move but enjoying it anyway🥰

and well, maybe Allu won't learn a thing about playing the guitar but really, who needs that when he can devout himself to learn all the beautiful noises that he can pull from Olli 😇💘💕💖💕

Hiiiiiiii oh my god!!!! 😭😭😭😭 jesus christ and virgin mary this is just too cute I need a moment to collect myself from the kitchen floor aaaaaaaa 🤧

Little idiots in love making up silly excuses to spend more time together, fuck yeah that's my new favourite trope 😭🤲💗💕💖💞 just imagine the butterflies in Olli’s stomach when he suggests it, thinking Allu will laugh it off and think it's stupid, but of course Allu also sees the opportunity to hang out and to get to hear Olli's calming voice talking sweet nerdy stuff 🥺

And what you described would happen at the "physical" guitar lessons is practically exactly what I spent most of last week imagining: them spending day after day together and growing closer (also in physical intimacy) until one day they just kiss and it feel so natural like it was always meant to happen 😭💗

And ooohhhhfffff pulling beautiful noises from Olli you say? I'm very interested in those hhmmmmhhmmhmmm 👀🥵

Thank you so much for brightening up my Tuesday with this!! 🥰💕 I almost wanted to just keep this in my inbox so I could read it over and over again, but I didn't want to be greedy, so here it is for everyone else to enjoy and dream about 💖💗💖💞💕💗💖💕💞💖💕💗💖💞