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Trahearne, the first Firstborn, steps out of his pod for the first time. There's no welcoming committee, no brothers and sisters, no Grove. The only knowledge available in the Dream is whatever the Pale Tree managed to glean through a couple hundred years sitting alone in the jungle. It's not even totally clear how awake she was at this point to talk to him.

What's it like?

Death Knights canonically feed on suffering, compelled to inflict it by their runeblade. This prompt supposes that aside from feeding the cravings the blade causes, suffering just feels good. Can take place at any point after they've both become Death Knights.

Even in human form, dragons are kind of... different.

How do you feel about:

- Rimming
- Bifurcated cocks

with your dragon xeno?

As someone who knows absolutely nothing about WoW or the characters involved here, I fervently second rimming and/or bifurcated cocks, if OP is okay with either or both.

OP isn't into rimming but is 100% down with bifurcated cocks and whatever other weirdness you want to bestow on Wrathion's human form! :D

It was well dark by the time Anduin was able to return to his chambers. Council in his father's absence was a frustrating beast, full of bickering and petty political maneuvering. Anduin found himself not infrequently caging a sigh behind gritted teeth and exchanging a look with the emissaries from Darnassus or the Exodar. It seemed these days that he appreciated the steady calm of the longer-lived races in the Alliance, and had come to prefer it over the squabbling of his own people.

Not that they didn't have legitimate concerns. The kingdom still had not yet recovered from Deathwing's assault on Stormwind and the surrounding lands, and he could only thank the Light that more recent military campaigns took place far afield, where collateral damage was unlikely to befall the already beleaguered farms. The Cataclysm had upset not only the lay of the land itself but the weather patterns. Low rainfall had always been a problem in Westfall, but for Elwynn to begin experiencing the same drought was... worrying.

The thoughts crowded his mind, conversations replaying themselves as he sought new insight in the remembered twitch of a hand or wavering pitch of a voice. His father had always been more direct, but Anduin knew the value of subtlety, and he had learned to read faces almost as well as the written word.

He was so preoccupied that he forgot there was someone else in his chambers until the door clicked closed behind him and his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the lanterns.

Wrathion had grown tired of waiting for him, it seemed. He was curled in a nest of Anduin's bedclothes, only the top of his head and the slender fingers of one hand visible in the mess. He would do this, if Anduin let him - burrow his way down in a tangle of blankets and wrap around Anduin like a strangling serpent. Now, looking at him alone and peaceful in sleep, it struck Anduin how young he still was. The influence of the red flight's magic in the egg had accelerated some of the aging process, but he would be considered a juvenile by his people for many long years yet.

Anduin moved quietly, not wanting to wake him, stripping out of his robes and laying his circlet on the bedside table. He stood in his smallclothes, considering the bed and trying to find an opening. He gently eased some of the blankets out of Wrathion's grasp and slid into the nest the dragon had created.

It was almost uncomfortably hot, owing to Wrathion's body temperature. He always ran hotter than any human, his skin feverishly warm. It was a comfort on long winter nights, when even the two large hearths on either side of Anduin's chamber were not enough to fully heat the stone room. Wrathion snaked his arms around Anduin and shuffled closer, pressing his face into the crook of Anduin's neck.

It was comfortable, and Anduin relaxed into the heat of Wrathion's body and the furnace of blankets. Still, his mind would not settle, thoughts chasing each other around in circles. Absently, he carded his fingers through Wrathion's fine black hair.

His fingertips bumped against the base of Wrathion's horns. They were still small, barely emerged from his scalp, nubs of ebony that disappeared among the black of his hair. Anduin traced his nails lightly around the base of one horn, brushing the pads of his fingers over the place where skin turned into hard, unyielding bone.

Wrathion made a noise in his sleep and pressed against Anduin's hand. A smile crept over Anduin's face - he would never admit it, but Wrathion was so like a cat in this way, pushing himself into Anduin's touch whenever it was offered.

That aside, after a significant amount of time depending on Wrathion during his long recovery and all the intimacy that brought, Anduin was well aware of the effect his light touches were having - even more so when he trailed his fingers away from the horns and down the back of Wrathion's neck. Here and along his spine, the faint texture of scales tickled at the pads of Anduin's fingers. He swept the palm of his hand gently down Wrathion's back, his fingers teasing at the border where the roughness smoothed out into skin.

Wrathion hummed, and more of his face emerged from the nest of blankets, one red eye cracking open to fix sleepily on Anduin. "You're in a mood," he said, his voice still thick with drowsy contentment.

"I could use a distraction." Anduin stroked his hand back up Wrathion's spine, smiling at the way Wrathion arched into the touch, pressed his face into the palms of Anduin's hands. He scooted further into Wrathion's nest and pressed their mouths together, a slow, languid kiss that stayed chaste only long enough for Wrathion to wake up more thoroughly.

The teasing touch of Wrathion's tongue against his lips had Anduin opening his mouth eagerly. Wrathion's tongue, thin and flexible and forked at the end, curled sinuously around Anduin's. The inside of his mouth was just as scorching as his skin - perhaps more, like a hot ember in the midst of a glowing fire. Anduin's eyes slipped closed and he groaned into it, his hands still wandering over Wrathion's skin.

Wrathion drew back, his red eyes still fogged with sleep, and Anduin caught the hand that had fallen free of the blanket, bringing it to his mouth. His lips closed around the base of one sharp, black nail. This, more than anything, was guaranteed to set Wrathion in a mood, and now was no different than any other time. Anduin scraped his teeth over the talon bed and swiped his tongue from the pad of Wrathion's finger to tip of his claw.

An inhuman hiss broke from Wrathion's throat, and he rolled over on top of Anduin, nudging a second finger into his mouth beside the first. Anduin complied with the silent request, sucking gently at the digit. Wrathion's slit pupils were dilated, black swallowing up the red, as Anduin moved steadily through the fingers of his left hand, thoroughly bathing each talon with his tongue. He grabbed the right as soon as he was finished with the left, repeating the treatment. Wrathion's head was bowed, shoulders hunched. His left hand curled around Anduin's waist, talons biting into his skin.

Anduin allowed the last finger to slip from his lips with a wet pop, an obscene sound that seemed overly loud in the quiet of his chambers - quiet that was broken by another of Wrathion's hisses, followed by a low growl. Wrathion settled his weight atop Anduin, pressing him down into the mattress, and nudged Anduin's chin up to bare his throat, setting the sharp points of his fangs on Anduin's windpipe. He was so incredibly gentle, just as he was with the sharp points of his claws, dragging them over Anduin's skin just hard enough to leave light pink trails, never hard enough to break the skin.

"You tease," Wrathion said, breath washing over the exposed skin of Anduin's throat. Wrathion pressed the hot, wet line of his tongue to Anduin's jugular, swiping it over the quickening pulse of blood in his veins, his red eyes glittering in the dark. "If you keep touching me like that, I will take you."

"I want that," Anduin said - more of a long sigh, his body tingling with Wrathion's touch and the heat of his skin, his inhuman features and the dark possessiveness that sometimes came over him, that caused him to clutch Anduin to him like he was a treasure in the dragon's hoard. To emphasize his point, Anduin let his hands travel down Wrathion's body, between his legs, and rubbed the heel of his hand firmly over the scaled vent.

Wrathion pressed into the touch, and already Anduin could feel the wet head of one cock rubbing against his palm, emerging slowly from inside Wrathion's body. There was a wild, predatory light in Wrathion's eyes as he pulled back to look Anduin in the face. "Can you take them both?"

"Oh-" Anduin blinked up at him, startled by the intense pulse of arousal that skittered down his spine and pooled between his legs at the question. It would be so full, so much. His blood pounded in his ears and his cock twitched. "I think, yes."

Everything stilled for a moment as Wrathion tipped his head, evaluating Anduin's answer. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I'll tell you if it hurts and we'll stop. You never had a problem with just one of them in me before." Anduin tried to keep his voice reasonable, but the anticipation surging through him at the mere thought of being so opened made him sound breathlessly eager.

Wrathion smirked, the tips of his fangs showing between his lips. His hands skimmed over Anduin's sides, down to the insides of his thighs, claws prickling at his skin. He pulled Anduin's legs open, lowered himself down again and began to apply his tongue to Anduin's chest the way he'd done to his neck moments ago, drawing hot lines of sensation across his skin. He pressed the backs of his knuckles against Anduin's hole, let his fingers curl and the tips of his talons tap against the sensitive furl of muscle. Anduin twitched and gasped - he knew Wrathion wouldn't, there being too much risk of injury, but the sharp prick of claws against that sensitive place - and again, on the delicate skin of his balls and the shaft of his cock - inflamed his arousal so that it had him groping under the pillows for the vial of oil he kept tucked there.

"You like the idea," Wrathion said, and Anduin couldn't tell if he sounded pleased or puzzled.

"I like the idea of having all of you inside," Anduin admitted, his fingers closing on the cool glass of the bottle. Wrathion plucked it from his hand, prying the stopper loose. The thick scent of it filled the room, and Wrathion took Anduin's wrist in his hand, his tongue curling hot around Anduin's fingers. He stroked it along Anduin's knuckles, warm saliva dripping down his palm, until he drew back and poured oil over Anduin's hand instead.

Anduin had to force himself to take care, his eagerness inflaming his desire and tempting him to rush the preparation. It was not the first time he had considered the possibility, though every time it entered his mind it was with equal parts desire and trepidation - Wrathion's cocks were not small, individually, and taking them both together would be a challenge.

He wondered if that wasn't part of why he wanted it so badly. Anduin had always been stubborn when faced with a challenge - it ran in his family.

Wrathion was all over him as he sank his fingers inside himself, going slow and careful, taking plenty of time to ease himself open. The angle was somewhat awkward, and Wrathion had to hitch Anduin's knees up higher, nearly pressed to his chest, so he could fit three fingers inside. Anduin's free hand skimmed down Wrathion's chest, nails scraping over the scaly skin around Wrathion's vent. Both cocks had emerged now, almost down to the place where the shaft split. Anduin couldn't fit his hand around them both so he pressed them back against Wrathion's stomach with his palm, rocking the heel of his hand.

Wrathion's eyelids drooped, only the barest slit of red glinting through the lashes as he thrust his hips into Anduin's touch, grinding against his hand. His cocks were wet, lubricated from the inside of his body, and were as hot to the touch as his tongue.

"Enough of that or I'll spill before we're done." Wrathion pulled his hips back away from Anduin's hand, ignoring Anduin's small noise of disappointment. He sat up, the blankets pooling around his hips, and watched with rapt attention as Anduin twisted the fingers stuffed inside himself and pressed with the tip of a fourth. He felt so open and wet already, even more than he felt when Wrathion fucked him with one of his shafts, but he diligently pressed deeper, his skin heating with desire.

He could see Wrathion's cocks now that he'd sat back, fully emerged from the vent, smooth and black and dripping slime. Anduin clenched around his fingers at the sight - he was up to four now, buried deep inside himself up to the knuckle. He gently twisted his hand, feeling how stretched open he was, fingers tapping against the place inside that made pleasure knife up his spine. "Just one to start with," he said, pulling his hand free with a squelch.

Wrathion shifted forward, but didn't press in right away, brushing the pads of his fingers over Anduin's loose, slick hole, the talons scraping at his sensitive flesh. "You're so," he said, voice thick. He swallowed, his forked tongue flashing out to wet his lips. "You're not even closing up all the way."

"Imagine how it'll look when you've come in me," Anduin said, grinning unrepentantly at him when Wrathion met his gaze, red eyes glassy.

The blunt, slick head of Wrathion's cock nudged at his hole and pressed in - it felt smoother and easier than it ever had before, owing to how much Anduin had opened himself for it. Wrathion's hands fell to Anduin's thighs, gripping almost tight enough for his claws to pierce the skin as he drove in slowly. The slick, wet slide of him inside felt languorous and indulgent - when they coupled, it was often out of urgency or a sweeping tide of passion. There was something more settled in this, deliberate and slow, whether it was from the lateness of the hour or the intensity of what would come next. Wrathion's second shaft slipped between the cheeks of Anduin's ass, rubbing along his tailbone, a messy slide of skin on skin.

Anduin reached for the oil again, pouring more over his fingers, and Wrathion slowed the movements of his hips as Anduin's fingers went between his legs again, past his aching cock to his hole. He pressed curiously, gasping when the tip of one finger slid in beside Wrathion's cock with little resistance.

Wrathion growled, his lower lip sucked in between his teeth, fangs worrying at the skin. "Try to hurry," he said, sounding barely restrained. His claws pricked at Anduin's thighs - Anduin was certain he would have tiny spots of blood on his skin before long, and could not mind it, not when he was easing another finger into himself beside Wrathion's shaft, pulling at his own tender flesh, prying himself wider to take more.

The sensation was near overwhelming, intense and just on the right side of painful. Anduin's mouth was open and gasping, his chest heaving to take in enough air. He felt like he was punching out his own breath with every movement of his fingers, and Wrathion could not seem to keep from twitching his hips, tiny motions that dragged his cock across the back of Anduin's fingers.

Anduin couldn't bear it anymore. "Come on," he said, trying to work his hand beneath himself to grasp Wrathion's second shaft. Wrathion knocked his hand away and pulled back, taking hold of both cocks and pressing the head of the second against where the first held Anduin open.

The pressure was unbearable. Anduin chewed the inside of his cheek and reached up, clinging to Wrathion's arms as he pushed, his eyes screwed shut.

"It's hurting you, we can't-"

"If you don't fuck me this instant you won't fuck me at all for months," Anduin snapped. He bore down, willing himself to relax, and nearly choked on his own spit when the head of the second shaft popped inside.

"Oh, oh, Anduin, you- I can't believe you-" Wrathion trailed off into a long hiss, pressing his hips forward excruciatingly slowly. Anduin felt like he was being pried in half, his fingers locked tight around Wrathion's biceps. He was in so deep, more than they'd ever been able to manage before. Wrathion's shaft narrowed a little past the split - once he drove far enough inside, the scales of his vent pressed against Anduin's balls, it felt like Anduin's hole was sucking him in, holding him deep inside.

"Fuck." The curse fell from Anduin's mouth, high and breathy, and he was finally able to open his eyes.

Wrathion trembled above him, the muscles of his stomach quivering, his throat working on long hisses and low growls. Anduin pulled, tugging at Wrathion's arms until he groaned, lowered himself down onto his elbows, and began to move.

It was so tight inside him, and Anduin felt so full - every motion rubbed against that place behind his cock that made his balls tighten, made him feel like he was going to come all over himself. Wrathion pulled back to the place where his shaft widened, just past the split, stretching Anduin open wider before driving back in. Anduin was making almost as much noise as Wrathion, clawing at the scaly skin of his spine, dragging his fingers through Wrathion's hair, scraping his nails over the base of Wrathion's horns.

Wrathion's tongue curled around his throat again, long licks in time with the rhythm of his hips, fangs scraping over the sensitive skin behind Anduin's ear. He murmured nonsense as he moved - Anduin caught perhaps one word in three, mostly variations on glorious and beautiful and mine. He arched into it gladly, his eyes fluttering shut again, mouth still open wide on a string of moans and pants.

"Anduin, Anduin," Wrathion groaned into his neck, his pace quickening, and one clawed hand moved from holding Anduin's thighs spread open to curl around his cock, claws pricking. That was all it took to have Anduin clenching down around the thick shafts inside him and coming across his stomach. Wrathion growled low in his throat and pushed his fingers through the mess, bringing them to his lips, his tongue curling over the digits to taste.

Anduin managed to make his mouth work long enough to say please, wrung out and so full he couldn't stand it. Wrathion gasped like Anduin had surprised him and stilled, a rush of hot come filling Anduin up from the inside. It was usually such a mess when Wrathion came, with one of his shafts sliding between his cheeks or against his cock - but this time it was all inside, and Anduin felt nearly bloated with it, even more full than he'd been before.

"Ohhhh," he sighed as Wrathion slowly, carefully eased out of him, a gush of come spilling from his hole and down his thighs. "That was amazing. Why haven't we been doing that every time?"

"I didn't think-" Wrathion said, something halting in his tone.

Anduin managed to pry his eyes open and look blearily up at him, certain that the goofy grin on his face would ruin any attempt to be serious. "You didn't think I could take it."

The hand that still rested on Anduin's thigh moved, trailing over one slick buttock to press between. Anduin was still gaping open, and he felt a thrill deep in his gut at that which only pulsed stronger when Wrathion gently, with infinite care, slipped one clawed finger inside him to press at the slick mess of his hole. "You're incredible."

Anduin bit the side of his tongue to keep from making a pained noise when Wrathion withdrew his finger, another sticky stream of come following. "We'll need new sheets."

Wrathion huffed and wrapped Anduin firmly up in his arms, scooting them back away from the wet spot, and set about relocating his nest of blankets to another spot on the bed. "In the morning."

Anduin made a sleepy noise of assent. His limbs still tingled in a post-orgasmic haze. His thighs stung with a dozen small pricks from Wrathion's claws, and he felt wonderfully sore between his legs. He pressed his face into the crook of Wrathion's neck and drifted away to sleep with Wrathion's claws running gently through his hair.

Holy cow, a!a, this is AMAZINGLY hot!

A!A

Thank you very much, nonnie! I'm glad you enjoyed :3

That was hot as hell. You have done a good thing here, nonnie.

A!A

Thank you kindly :D

Anything exploring the bond between summoner* and summon. What's it like emotionally? Physically? How do the two relate to each other? What, if anything, does the summon get out of the deal? If you want to write something kinky, xeno and/or magic kink and/ or ritualistic elements are always a bonus, but G rated or gen would be just as appreciated.

*Meaning any character capable of summoning through materia/magicite/whatever, not just official summoners.

(because I'm very, very old, okay?)

The Baronians were a constant threat. At the possibility of more infiltrators, she had only one recourse. Her hands slid over one another as she recalled so many memories. The first was the night she'd had to prove herself, show that she wouldn't just flail there unthinking in the mist. Show that she was worthy of her heritage, and strong enough to bring someone across to this plane, with its different flow of air and time.

Her hands continued. She could feel her energy reaching out, drawing her old friend from the March. "Help me. Invaders. I've got a daughter to think of."
And she could feel it like little strings in her veins as the energy was accepted, as the dragon coalesced within this world, within the cave that she hid her family and her life behind.

OP

Yessss, this is beautiful, and exactly the sort of thing I was hoping for. I would happily read more, if there's more, but it's also perfect all on its own. <3

(And you're not any older than I am.)

Glad you like it! Might take it to its flashbacky-and-then-sad conclusion if i get the time, but glad it works as is.

Noire says she's not into it, but that's just her tsundere side talking.

Walker doing the sex with his squad, basically. Angst is more than welcome (and, let's face it, probably unavoidable). Bonus points for angry and/or drunk sex.

Doesn't matter if it's pre-canon or during canon, but post-canon (due to an AU where Adams and/or Lugo survived, hallucinations, or Walker hallucinating that he's in an AU where they survived) could also be interesting.

oh man yes please

I would love to see something about Ashton's dragons exploring and kinking out over human(oid) bodies and sexuality, and Ashton and his partner(s) kinking out over the dragons.

This is the fic I want to read ever since the first time I played it

Joshua/Olivier

The kink is that Joshua is firmly in the closet, partly because he's a smalltown boy and in denail, but also because of Estelle's reaction to Olivier, calling him a pervert for hitting on Joshua and so on.

So it's a secret relationship, and Olivier not the best at letting his feelings stay private so that's going to be fun. Or Joshua may even be denying to Oliver that that anything is going on even though they keep ending up together.

Older Joshua and Olivier would be interesting.

Clint finally gets to pound Emily with his hammer.

(The hammer is his penis.)

Please no non-con and no death-by-suffocation if the non-human character is a Lanius, but I'd love to read something about a human character getting intimate with a crewmember from one of the other races. It doesn't have to be smut, romance is sweet too, but a focus on the differences between them and how cool/weird they are would be good.

Maybe the rest of the crew died and it's just the two of them alone together, fighting a losing battle in the name of the Federation. Maybe they're the teleporter crew, and all the frantic battle-lust has been building up between them each time they beam over, not knowing if it will be the last time. Maybe a Zoltan always rushes to help their Human friend even though they're weak as heck and it messes up the reactor every time. And so on and so on.

Oh, no, I have so many ideas now!

(Anon, all your prompts are amazing and you should feel awesome, this is for #3, I sort of want to write all them but can't guarantee I'll have time, anyway:)

Sophie won't look at Ypa when the battle ends. Staring into the cockpit's intercom, she directs Cleui to salvage the remants of the Engi ship. It amounts to two missiles (useless) and seventeen scrap (not bad, but not enough to improve their shields this deep in space, and with no depot in sight, it won't do much immediate good).

"Are you hurt?" she asks, still ignoring Ypa, who is tinkering with the piloting computers. Sophie can't help adjusting the intercoms even as she barks questions at Cleui--force of habit.

"I'm fine," Cleui repeats.

Of course he is, Cleui the ever-dutiful, who stayed out of the fray. "Good. See to the sensors and make sure they're restored. Once you've done that, start looking ahead and see if there are any distress signals in range, but do not proceed until I give the command."

"Yes, ma'am," says Cleui, beginning to feel his way to the dim sensors room.

At last, Sophie regards Ypa with a stare she usually reserves for fending off mind-controlled systems. Humans find it so hard to be at ease, even among their own crew. "Medbay. Now."

Ypa obeys, Sophie a step behind. When they reach the medbay, which had been depowered during the battle to save energy, it naturally lights up at Ypa's presence. The AI system immediately begins diagnosing the injuries they sustained from the Engi's drone beams, and a nanobot-dispenser hovers over Ypa, drawn to her energy field.

"You shouldn't have come," says Sophie.

"You were hurt!" Ypa protests. "I could feel it from back there--"

"Is that how it works?" Sophie asks, momentarily distracted.

"Well, not exactly," Ypa admits. "But more or less. I can't just stand by!"

"We need you to keep the weapons charged, Ypa. I need you. The sooner you blow the Engi out of the sky, the sooner I can get back to healing. Yeah?"

"It's not fair," says Ypa. "I'm not a warrior, I shouldn't have to be doing this. I shouldn't be letting you fight alone, I should be by your side--"

"It's not fair," Sophie repeats, "but I am also the captain of this ship, and if you can't accept me as your lover asking us both to fight our own fights, then I'll order you as your captain. I don't want it to come to that."

"You're only the captain because we let you be!"

"And not because it was the most efficient way?" Sophie gives a soft laugh. "That's not exactly how I remember it."

They'd plucked her out of an abandoned scientific research station, and she'd immediately suggested she take the helm--not out of any desire to lead, just because all the Zoltans could be better used where the ship needed power. That was when gentle Bachev had been with them and he'd been happy to retreat to the shields, before being lost to the arachnids a sector later. Cleui thought it a sensible enough plan; Ypa was mostly entranced by the human interloper who gave no quarter and ignored the calls for surrender of the pirates she met at every turn. If she was so unsparing to unimportant mercenaries, how single-minded must she be on crushing the rebellion, beyond any hope of reconciling? Ypa didn't remember if she'd ever spoken with a sentient being quite so determined, or quite so beautiful.

"We both know you are not a tyrant," Ypa concludes. With a nod of her head, she wills the nanobot-dispenser over to Sophie, who's stronger but sustained more damage from the Engi.

"Then what will make you see reason?" Sophie presses. "You cannot hope to shield me with your own strength--for both our sakes, when there is fighting, I want you to be far from the fray."

"Is reason all you see?"

"I'm not a drone," she laughs. "We have two eyes, and there are many...electromagnetic bands of signals to listen to?"

"If that's supposed to be a romantic overture, it's terrible. Who did you learn to flirt from, a Lanius?"

"I'm trying," says Sophie, by then fully healed; the dispenser automatically seals itself, but the diagnostic devices continue to glow under Ypa's touch. "If I thought it would dissuade you, I would tell you that I feared to watch you die. But we all live with fear, and love nonetheless. All I ask of you is that we try to live at our best."

"And why is your best always sending Engi to their deaths, and never by my side?"

Silence, as Ypa's words sunk in. Sophie hesitates, as if not wanting to come up with an answer too cheap. And then the ship's intercom crackles to life. "So I fixed the sensors. Now what?"

Sophie doesn't answer Cleui, instead turning back to Ypa. "Is this not a moment? If it's long enough to matter to Cleui, it can matter to us."

And in spite of herself (maybe because of herself--she is still Zoltan), Ypa smiles.

"There will be other times, too. When we're repairing after a battle, we can work in tandem. Even healing, either of us can join each other here. Not every moment is a combat, you know this."

"It will take time," Ypa says, "you would pace the ship for no reason?"

"To be with you? I think that's the best reason I could name."

"Well, thank you. Captain."

"Hold on." Sophie reaches for the intercom. "Cleui, what's the path ahead?"

"No distress signals in sight," he reports. "A nebula I think we should steer clear from, open space a radian beyond our current vector of travel."

"Sounds like a plan. Prepare to jump, when I give the word."

"Understood."

"May I ask you one more question?" Ypa says. "About your...battle strategy."

"Anything," says Sophie.

"You agree that all of us are too dangerous to risk in hand-to-hand combat? Neither Cleui or I are very strong, and--well, we don't want to lose you either, power or no power."

"Of course."

"So what is protocol if our ship is boarded? And we can't afford a fight?"

"What did you do under Bachev?"

"Open the external doors, try to suffocate them, and retreat in here where we can heal up."

"I would recommend the same course of tactics."

"So you and I would have nothing better to do than be physically affectionate in here, and embarrass Cleui while waiting for our enemies to run out of air?"

"In my expert opinion, yes."

Ypa smirks. "I guess we did choose a good captain after all."

"And I am grateful every day you did so. Now, will you accept the weapons room as your station?"

"For now. Until we blow up the rebels or whatever it is you really think we can do."

"I'll take it. Let's return to stations!"

I do feel awesome now, I can't believe this got filled so quickly! This is so sweet and I love so much about it - all the silly little game things that made me smile and whisper "hee" as I read. I'm so pleased right now, thank you, author!Anon (and I would be beyond delighted if you ever did manage to write another one!) :)

As governor of Melee Island, Elaine is used to being in charge, and she likes it that way. Fortunately, Guybrush likes it too.

Shane falls for the cute new farmer in town, and everyone's favourite grumpy drunk loses his v-card.

Doesn't matter which gender the PC is in this scenario, but I do have a slight preference for female farmers.

There has been a terrible outbreak of disease/blight/hurricane/misjudgement of firewood requirements, and the whole population is dead...except for two ridiculously named immediate relatives, who must now get over that pesky incest taboo and start repopulating...and keep themselves alive long enough to do so. Brother/sister, father/daughter, and mother/son are all fine, as is a sudden influx of nomads if you want to keep the inbreeding to a minimum (as long as they don't show up until after the deed is done), just as long as there is no noncon or underage.

Anything after their ending please? Or anything at all, I need more fics of them.

Anything dealing with the taboo of being the soulmate of your brother.

The main char build a house + furniture completely from slime blocks and use it to have some fun with the guide :>

Because you just know the Keepers would discourage that kind of thing. Before or after Garrett's departure would be fine, angst would be splendid.

Hey, did you ever get this promp answered? I heard there was a ao3 fic with this key element. Know about it?

Pl0x respond

Living with a farmer can be hell on your waistline, especially when you have a job sitting on your ass writing code in the living room, and he's decided he has to cook every recipe the townsfolk give him to absolute perfection.

The cause could be anything from cosmic radiation causing mutations to a run-in with the Reaper Leviathian's cock. I just want to see the survivor laying some eggs. Preferably a male survivor but if you want to write about the hypothetical female survivor, go nuts.

i am such trash

Pit and Palutena have sex with each other, but things get complicated when Palutena reveals she's pregnant a few days later. The two must now step up to become parents.

Bonus points if the birth and the couple's first few days with the baby are covered.

Aside from stealing his art and letting his mom die, Madarame sexually harassed/abused his student Yusuke. The other Phantom Thieves find outand help in any way they can for Yusuke to recover

Gwen and Lyla are in a secret relationship. They sometimes stowaway into the barn or Lyla's house to make out. One day they accidentally get caught by someone (your choice). Embarrassment happens.

Because there's no way they could have known they're related, and we all know that there must have been at least one timeline where they got frisky. Drunk sex is very welcome. Phi says she's a really friendly drunk, after all.

Bonus points if they remember it after ZTD's true ending and mercilessly snark at each other.

A LOZ
Zelda/Nabooru
Zelda, Hyrule Warriors Zelda likeness
When Ganon was defeated and that all was back to normal, Nabooru took Zelda to HER Hidden Fortress in the Desert and that she makes Love to Zelda, Zelda whipering and Moaning ass she held on to Nabooru as Nabooru made love to her and wished to have Zelda for her Queen
Impa was observing from a distance, and witnessed the Lovely Union
Zelda conceives Nabooru's Offspring

Super Smash Bros.
Samus Aran/Hyrule Warriors Zelda
Corrupt Samus Aran/Hyrule Warriors Zelda
Romance, Smutty, Angst, Suspense, Cliffhanger, Non-Con, Marriage

Zelda getting Pregnant with Samus and Corrupt Samus's Babies

In Fear Effect 2, there's a scene where Rain is captured by a villain and strapped into this tentacle-insect machine during the boss fight. In the game, Hana lets Rain go afterwards, but what if she didn't? After Hana kills the boss, she leaves Rain strapped in and has some fun with her as she's being fucked by the tentacles.

While the Batter is off purifying some spectres, while the Player and Zacharie smoke some stuff, get high, and just kind of hang out while Zacharie makes several attempts to get into player's pants (but fails miseraby).

Bonuses because why not

•Player also wears mask because yea h (I just like masks, they're a snazzy accessory)
•Batter walks in on them tripping and tries to get player back on track, and a later scene where we have the still high Player trying to navigate the fights.
•Probably shouldn't have to type this but gender neutral Player please--

Elliott is Linus' pet. He can pretend to be any animal Linus feels like he should be that day. Elliott tries to be subtle but some adults have caught on and play with him too, Linus doesn't actually mind, but he does like to punish Elliott for "fooling around" with other people.

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Video games - prompt post #1

Prompts for Video Games fandoms

Guild Wars 2, Trahearne's awakening

World of Warcraft - Thassarian/Koltira - pain and/or bloodplay

World of Warcraft, Wrathion/Anduin, xeno

Re: World of Warcraft, Wrathion/Anduin, xeno

Re: World of Warcraft, Wrathion/Anduin, xeno

Re: World of Warcraft, Wrathion/Anduin, xeno

FILL: World of Warcraft, Wrathion/Anduin, xeno (1/2)

FILL: World of Warcraft, Wrathion/Anduin, xeno (2/2)

Re: FILL: World of Warcraft, Wrathion/Anduin, xeno (2/2)

Re: FILL: World of Warcraft, Wrathion/Anduin, xeno (2/2)

Re: FILL: World of Warcraft, Wrathion/Anduin, xeno (2/2)

Re: FILL: World of Warcraft, Wrathion/Anduin, xeno (2/2)

Any Final Fantasy, any character/any summon, the bond between the summoner and the entities they cal

Re:Minifill: FFIV Rydia's Mom & MistDragon

Re: Minifill: FFIV Rydia's Mom & MistDragon

Re: Minifill: FFIV Rydia's Mom & MistDragon

Hyperdimension Neptunia, Vert/Noire, femdom

Spec Ops: The Line - Walker/Lugo or Walker/Adams, any

Re: Spec Ops: The Line - Walker/Lugo or Walker/Adams, any

Star Ocean 2, Ashton ( + dragons) /Anyone, xenokink

Re: Star Ocean 2, Ashton ( + dragons) /Anyone, xenokink

The Legend of Heroes: Trails in the Sky

Stardew Valley, Clint/Emily, first time

FTL, human/non-human, xenokink

[FILL] FTL, human/non-human, xenokink

Re: [FILL] FTL, human/non-human, xenokink

Monkey Island, Guybrush/Elaine, dom!Elaine

Stardew Valley, PC/Shane, virgin!Shane

Banished, incest, angst, impregnation, possible dubcon

Star Ocean 3 Fayt/Cliff

Infamous 2 Reggie/Delsin incest soulmate au

Terraria m!main character x guide

Thief series, Garrett/Keeper Artemus, hooking up secretly

Re: Thief series, Garrett/Keeper Artemus, hooking up secretly

Re: Thief series, Garrett/Keeper Artemus, hooking up secretly

Stardew Valley, Farmer/Sebastian, Weight Gain

Subnautica, oviposition, possible xeno

Kid Icarus, Pit/Palutena, impregnation

(Gen) Persona 5- Yusuke Sexually Harassed By Madarame

Harvest Moon Save The Homeland: Lyla/Gwen

Zero Escape, Phi/Sigma, unintentional incest

A Request for LOZ Prompt

Request Prompt for SSB

Fear Effect: Hana/Rain, tentacles

OFF, where the Player and Zacharie get high and chill

Stardew Valley | Linus/Elliott (+Any Adult/Elliott) | Pet Play (+ Free Use)