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unholyplumpprincess · 2 years

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Summary: You're a scientist who has a team that bonds with the xenomorphs in order to study them. You get more than you bargained for when one of the Knights courts you successfully. But, you have to go on a trip, riiiiight before his rut hits. So when you come home to the hive? Make sure you're ready.Or! In which you're a scientist banging an alien and go on a week trip and come back to the dick down of a life time.

Fandom: Aliens / Aliens VS Predators

Relationship: Reader x Xenomorph

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gender neutral and has a vulva, Breeding kink but with no pregnancy or actual breeding, Obviously you fuck an alien so if that ain’t your jam scoot on by, Inhuman dicks/Knotting

Words: 2.3k

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Xenomorphs. A curiosity of scientists and biologists everywhere. Curious hive-minded beings that seemed to adapt to any planet, any oxygen levels, any gravitational levels. Just seeming to adapt, adjust, and learn to survive just as quickly. Evolution at its finest.

For centuries, these things were regarded as creatures. Things that couldn’t feel nor understand like a human could- or the hunters that hunted them, the Yautja. The Yautja clearly had the same complexities that humans did, but as prior scientists watched Xenomorphs, the only answer they could come up with was something animalistic.

As you and your team found out, that wasn’t the case at all.

~Rest under the cut~

The hive your team had been tasked to watch had shown intense, complex emotions and understanding. They learned quickly and could communicate even with your team. But where the Yautja had their translators, the Xenomorphs had body language. They learned mimicry through your team, learning basic things from nodding to shakes of the head to more complex emotions like sneering.

This hive seemed to function more closely to a community. They had no Queen, at least not in the sense of one immobile being creating eggs. There was a Queen, and she was the largest of them all, but she could move around and seemed unable to copulate. She was the first your team had met, one of your fellow scientists having been the one to brave her, fully knowing they might have been slashed to pieces.

You blamed their horny mind, hopeful to die by the claws of a huge woman.

But it seemed the Queen had understood your team’s stance in terms of study and bonding. That you did not wish to kill, maim, or otherwise hurt them. But just...study. Study how they came to this planet and how they were thriving- let alone evolving at the rate they were.

On either side of her had been Knights, your team nicknamed them. She had two Knights, not as big as her by a long shot, but definitely bigger than the drones- or Pawns that walked about. They had huge shielded heads like she did, spiking up into a crown-like shape on the tops of their head. Spears, you’d later find in your studies. They used the spikes much like their tails; Like spears.

One of the Knights takes a shining to you during your studies.

Your team lives in a lab just outside the hive, interconnected by the Xenomorphs who happily helped build the thick black walls to connect. They all saw you as a part of the hive, making it easy to walk in and out. As long as you all respected the same culture and the Queen, it seemed cohabiting was the answer.

It helped that the Xenomorphs all seemed interested in learning from humankind in turn. Potato chips, as it turned out, seemed to be a favorite to thief for them.

Something eerie about hearing the crunching of said chips in the dark when you were in the hive.

In turn, you learn to bow to the Queen or kneel to her when she is within your sight. You learn that the Knights are to be respected the very same after you had a tail aimed at your throat. Hysterically, that becomes the one who takes a shining to you. You call him Prince, since his attitude is that akin to the Queen. A name he responds to nowadays.

You learn that the “Face Huggers” do not exist in this hive, but that the Xenomorphs have developed heat and rut cycles. The Queen does not breed, your team guesses due to not wanting other royalty in the way. But her Pawns, Knights, and others do.

Except they can’t seem to...with each other.

Evolution in their hive comes quickly, but it seems that is not fast enough for a new solution. Your team works alongside them, trying to figure out the answer. And then your team finds it.

To put it simply. The eggs cannot survive in cold temperatures. The Xenomorphs who can hold the eggs given to them are too cold internally for the eggs to survive. So, they start nesting them instead, trying to use gored animals as warm hosts. Your team helps once you learn, starting to incubate them and caring for them in this huge ‘nursery’.

You are tasked with incubation duty. Something Prince becomes interested in, constantly sitting watch with you as you meticulously and gently place every egg and inspect them for anything every single day.

You talk to him, and he begins to learn your mannerisms- how to reply to you, how to emulate external emotions, and how to mimic your body language. A shake of the head, nodding, huffing if he finds something amusing. Hell, he even tries smiling, showing off all fanged teeth and the inner mouth that snaps curiously forward.

You laughed nervously the first time he did it. Namely because his clawed hands had grabbed your head and tilted it up towards him, seemingly wanting you to watch if he was doing it right.

In turn, you learn his body language and replies. Certain hisses mean certain things, certain chuffs and huffs meaning just the same. And somewhere, somehow down along the line. Prince became attached to you. And you, to him.

Very attached.

Then before you knew it you were being courted. He brought you shiny things, soft furs carefully skinned and mimicking the blankets you had in the lab- of course without any fancy stitching. He brought you food even, or at least tried to a few times before he realized bloody corpses weren’t your speed. Then he started raiding your lab’s fridge, bringing you random foods from there that made you laugh.

In the end, it worked.

You ended up getting more than you bargained for, not that you ended up minding though. Not when you were bent in half in his den, gasping and crying out as one his clawed hands covered your eyes. The other holding onto your thigh to push you back so he had perfect access to fuck into you.

Becoming a bonded pair was just like if there had been two xenomorphs that were a bonded pair. He was protective of you and also insisted on either sleeping in your bed or trying to drag you back into his den. His den now had blankets and pillows carefully placed in it, furs he had skinned himself as well. As if he was trying to make it as comfortable for you as possible.

You think fondly of him on your current trip. Your family asks if you have a partner yet, if you’ve thought about kids, and you bite your cheek trying not to laugh. Instead, you tell them jokingly that your research required you to care for enough children to be satisfied eternally that you did not want any.

All they knew is that you were studying new life forms. Not how, not why, not where. A secret operation, of course. But, you had a family here as well.

Family you were inclined to visit for a week.

You know that Prince was concerned, not quite understanding what you meant by going away for seven moons. Your fellow team updated you, letting you know they were handling him just fine and that he just missed you. One of your fellow scientists had even sent a picture of Prince in your bed, buried in all your blankets and sheets and looking as pouty as an alien his stature could look.

But now, you’re on your way back to the lab. You made sure to shower and dress in new clothing, knowing that the hive wouldn’t take kindly to new scents. When the automatic shuttle stops outside your lab, you’re greeted by your team who welcome you back with hugs and updates.

There’s a low hiss that echoes within the walls of the lab and one of the other scientists pulls a face like she's trying not to laugh. You can’t help but smile back, tipping your head back to look up at the tall ceiling. Vaguely in the dark you can make out a shiny, dark shape.

“Hi, baby.” You croon out into the darkness. Instead of a hiss you hear this almost purring snarl echoed back at you. Before a huge body pounces, landing on the empty floor to the side of you.

He’s huge, a little bigger than last you saw him just this week. Seems his shed came and went quickly. The others have left the room now, letting you have a moment with Prince as you reach up, something he quickly understands as he leans down to your height.

You press a kiss to the smooth surface of his maw, avoiding the silver sharp teeth. Prince’s hands come down, gripping your waist and trying to draw you close to him. You know it to be a trick, but you allow it anyway. Already interlocking your arms behind the solid shield of his head.

In an instant he’s grabbing you tight. Taking off towards the hive chambers with your legs interlocking around the notches of his bony waist in turn. Not letting go until you enter his den, dropping you off in the center of it. A low indentation of rock filled with soft objects that makes you laugh as you fall into it.

When you prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him in the dark, there’s only one light illuminating the den. A lantern you had stuck in here ages ago, dimmed by time. Prince is looming over you, long arms caging you, his imposing head nudging at your chest and chuffing against you in a scenting fashion. A similar expression to how you as humans desired to kiss.

“Hey, I took a shower,” You start to argue, only to gasp out when a claw hitches under your shirt and rips it off. It soon follows your breathy giggles, squirming as cold breath fans across your chest and going lower and lower. “I-Is it your season already?”

You hear a rumbling hiss from his chest, vaguely seeing the shine of his head in the way he nods. It’s almost frantic how his claws hitch into your pants. Tugging and tugging until you lift your hips to help him faster.

You spread your legs, hooking your own hands under your thighs and spreading yourself apart like a show. You feel cold drool hitting your cunt, making your hips jump backwards at the sensation before his cold maw is rubbing at you. The best he could do to give you sensation without splitting you apart with teeth or hands.

You were in for a ride.

Prince’s season meant staying in his den until he was satisfied. It also meant he was trying to fuck you like he was trying to breed you. Something you’re acutely aware as he now fucks you on all fours, his tail wrapped tight around your thigh to pull it apart and his arms keeping you up as your body trembles and shakes.

Not that you help him much by begging him to breed you and fuck you raw. Until your voice gave out and you wind up just gasping and moaning helplessly.

Each ribbed texture of his cock popping into you makes you whimper out, feeling how his knot presses at your hole but can’t get inside yet. Always trying to grind his hips against you and snarling whenever you whine that it won’t fit. Squirming against him just so he’d sink his claws into you a little and lean down to threaten his sharp teeth over your shoulder.

You sob out as you’re suddenly and abruptly pushed off his cock, his tail yanking you and sliding you into position on your back. You squirm until his long fingers wrap around your throat, not choking, just holding you. His other hand presses at your other thigh, forcing your legs apart as he hisses when he pushes himself back into you nice and slow.

Your eyes roll back, unfocused as your hips tilt upwards into his. The hand pressing at your thigh moves, fingertips gingerly brushing across your engorged clit. Carefully using only the rough, ribbed pad of his thumb to slide back and forth like how you showed him how you liked.

“Oh God-” You cry, reaching down to grab onto his forearm with desperation. You squeeze tight around his cock, knowing Prince appreciates it judging by the harsh thrust into you. Pressing until his knot presses at the rim of your hole before his hips pull back to fuck into you again. Always meeting at that same point. Never quite pressing inside you, but clearly wanting to.

He wouldn’t have eggs this season, and that you are thankful for. You wouldn’t have to worry about reminding him to pull out or knowing he’d feel as though he’d wasted a batch. Besides, his cum wasn’t compatible with your body to create any sort of hybrid- your team had done extensive research for that.

What? Had to be thorough.

Your eyes roll back as another wave of an orgasm reaches you. You arch your back off the nest, feeling his hand squeeze lightly around your throat with tiny pin pricks of his claws. It aids you, cumming with a loud cry from your own lips that is met by his own tense hiss and frantic humping of his hips.

You sob when Prince stops moving his hips, pulling out abruptly once again just to quickly start to bend you into a new position for him to sink into you. Rushing to roll you onto your side, pulling your leg up and over his shoulder. He presses forward into you, bending you in half and trapping you. His huge head leaning over you, drooling into your neck as you toss your head to the side in overstimulation and let your eyes roll back.

You’d be his doll until he was tired out. Something that could be hours from now. It would take him much longer to cum, and it’d only happen until he could fit his knot into you.

Something you know he’d take his sweet, sweet time on. Just to feel your warmth and heat around him.

What a hell of a welcome home gift.

#Aliens #Aliens vs predators #Xenomorph x Reader #xenomorph #nsft #lemon #princess writing

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alectology-archive · 1 year

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most annoying breed of author is actually someone who doesn’t respect a genre and sets out to subvert it.

#princess stories and fairytales are especially so susceptible it. I especially hate it when a man decides he can do better and writes a #story that insults the genre as a whole. do not fucking touch the genre please and thank you.#text #edit: if you’re here to check my tags pack it up kids I was ranting about brandon sanderson very tangentially.#but the people saying horror is subjected to the worst of this treatment are right

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shhhhimwatchingthis · 2 years

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You want to know why Inigo Montoya remains such an iconic and beloved character even 35 years after the Princess Bride came out?

It's because he's one of the few characters in fiction who has a story where he has dedicated his life to revenge, his whole motivation is about getting revenge....and he gets it! and then he isn't empty or despairing! he doesn't regret it! he's totally satisfied!

because so many stories about revenge or rage are about characters "seeing the futility of their actions" or learning "their desire for revenge has only made them the monsters they hated" FUCK THAT.

Inigo Montoya kills the man who kills his father, is allowed to live in the narrative after and be happy about it and it is so satisfying. it's fantastic. it's iconic.

let more characters rage against the world, bring it down with bloodied hands, and let them be FUCKING RIGHT about it. Let them celebrate their success with sharp grins, and let them live happy, full lives where they always remain proud/fulfilled for what they've done

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somnimagus · 5 months

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My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

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#legend of zelda #loz #twilight princess #loz tp #i'm still reeling that someone sent me an ask about this one.. that they took the time to find my tumblr and tell me they liked it #it really meant a lot; thank you to anyone that stops to leave comments like that. they make me happy #but yeah! here's the usual symbolism ramble:#i thought it'd be cool to have the 'spirits' flowing one way and the cats walking through them the other way #to kinda show the difference in life inhabiting the village in the past and present #link's face is covered because impaz was just waiting for 'the hero' so his clothes are what matters; not his face #and it (hopefully) gives a surreal and intangible sense to 'the hero' she could only hope would actually show up #you can feel free to interpret the glowy blue sheikah as ghosts or just as memories of the past! i couldn't decide either way #the one on the bottom left is oot impa since she's implied to be the village founder. so i guess she would be a ghost actually?#fan art #my art #project stuff #and ahhh the book-- everyone's stuff is so beautiful!!#especially the writing. some of the fics made me really tear up and some were so fun and clever. i really love them #a lot of them captured the sheer burden of the role of the sheikah; all of the time and grief and doubt #i know i always say this stuff about every project but. the people i get to work with in these are truly so skilled every time

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bluerosefox · 5 days

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It's shenanigans time guys

So have this DpxDc idea.

So, the Justice League and the Light (OR villains in general) have two newish members, they've both been around for about a year and they're from the same plane of existence (a place called the Infinite Realms according to those who dabble in the occult)

And the two seem to have some serious beef with each other.

Wisp and Wrath are basicly feral cats hissing and hekles raised when they spot the other and their fights normally ends in draws. They're evenly matched and sometimes the two even fight to the point they are out of steam and just fist fight.

Needless to say everyone believes they totally hate each other and might one day kill (or end?) One of them.

So everything gets turned upside down when suddenly both factions of heros and villains are suddenly summoned to the Infinite Realms.

In a throne room.

In front of the Infinite King (or most commonly known as the Ghost King)

A King who looks very, very much like Wisp and Wrath (like yeah the two do sometimes look alike, like when they grin with sharp teeth and their hair color, but one has blue skin and red eyes for crying out loud!)

He's staring at them, glowing green eyes that seemed to just... know.

"Welcome to the Infinite Realms. I am King Phantom." His voice echoing in the throne room and seemed to rattle them deeply, like a sudden chill in the early morning.

"I have summoned you all here for a single reason." He continued to say "Tell me..."

Here he paused, closed his eyes before leaning back on the chair then he smiled big and cheerfully asked.

"How are my kids doing in your world? Dan and Ellie arent causing too much chaos in their wake are they? They tend to go a tiny bit overboard sometimes but what siblings don't when they rough house you know. Tell me everything."

#danny phantom #danny fenton #crossover #dp x dc #blue rambles #danny phantom dc #writing ideas #random idea #dpxdc #dani phantom #danielle fenton #dan fenton #dan phantom #Danny is Dan and Ellie's dad in this one #ghost king danny #prince Dan #princess dani #One is Wisp and the other is Wrath #one is with heroes while the other is with villains #and they fight each other when given the chance #everyone thinks they HATE each other #but theyre just being Realm Siblings #meaning they go rough in their playing #who is who is up to you and whose on what side #Danny's been King for a while btw #he also knows which side his kids are on #he doesnt care as long as they dont cause world ending stuff #to much paperwork for the Realms #Danny summoned the two factions for a parent teacher conference tbh #he wants to know how his kids are fairing in their world

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dapper-lil-arts · 28 days

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One of my favorite scenes i've ever written lmao, from "The Princess and the Peasant"

I seriously strongly recommend reading this if you're a fan of Rarijack like me. It's got action, romance, comedy, drama, all of the above and more; It's a three course meal and also the whole fucking menu

#applejack #rarity #rarijack #luna #princess luna #fanfiction #comic #writing stuff #the princess and the peasant #mlp gen 4 #mlp #gen 4 #my little pony #pony posting #friendship is magic #mlp fim #very proud of this one #Luna objects to this

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idiosyncraticrednebula · 3 months

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The more "empowered" Disney tries to write their heroines as, the less interesting and charismatic they become, ironically.

#disney #disney heroines #txt #@ disney: can y'all pls go back to writing women like people again?#ironically though disney heroines have gradually become a punching back for their asses #specifically the princess characters. they have been more disrespected and disregarded than any other set of characters #i mean they will put all that ✊🏼 bullshit with them and have a phrase like “be strong and brave”#but then be completely missing the point of their original stories and characters #i mean the ralph breaks the internet scene highlights how low they think of them in the modern era #modern disney is waging a war on disney princesses. they are trying to distort what made them so special and shift focuses

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aerequets · 2 days

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Oh. That was when it clicked for Yor. She knew this: the hollow aching in your chest, the near permanent dread that made eating a chore, the way all your muscles seemed to perpetually be tensed. It was the fear of the impermanent, the vulnerable.

the great thing about writing and drawing is i can draw what i write and write what i draw >:)

(this is then and now chapter 8)

#spy x family #my art #loid forger #yor forger #sxf #twiyor #my writing #my fics #sxf fic #twilight #thorn princess

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jelluf1sh · 1 month

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taking a nap with suguru. soft blankets and softer words, sweet nothings mumbled into his ear after he’s had a hard day. his silky black hair brushed from his face by your gentle, loving hands, tossed over his shoulder lightly so it doesn’t catch on any of his earrings while he snoozes. “i’m so proud of you” while he rests, his thick lashes closed against his cheeks, and a smile curled into his lips. he covers the expanse of your neck with soft, deliberately-placed kisses, mumbling a “thank you” or a “love you” in between each press of his lips, and you can feel the cold metal of the rings with each warm kiss. his large hands which massage your back whilst his head lays on your chest — he wanted to be held today, be a little selfish with you. the light of the evening sun, setting just outside the window, washing across the two of you, turning suguru’s skin akin to something of melted caramel, and his hair, silken dark chocolate. kissing his forehead and talking about nothing and everything all at once. reassurance. vulnerability. comfort. safety. love. and contentment on his behalf, as he trusted you with everything he was and everything he felt underneath a single fur blanket. watching him fight sleep, yawning over and over again, his nose crinkling and his eyes pricking with tears at the intensity of his tiredness, until the sandman takes hold of him, and with one final kiss to his forehead — so graciously granted by his lover after moving his bangs out of the way— suguru can doze off happy, knowing he will always wake up to you.

#geto x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #꒰🪼꒱ jelly writes.#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #suguru geto #suguru geto x reader #stables #jjk drabbles #for the anon that asked me if i’d ever write a suguru drabble ♡#i just wanna kiss his cheeks so bad #HE NEEDS ME TO HOLD HIM ?!!?!!???!!#i love my sleepy princess #we are the same person

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angelltheninth · 15 days

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Yandere Knight Devotes Himself to You

Pairing: Male!Knight x Princess!Reader

Tags: fluff, yandere behavior, hand kisses, protectiveness, injury mention, royalty, pining

A/N: Watched a bit of Merlin today. I won't explain myself.

He was a newer knight, skilled and handsome, nothing outstanding about him really

You'd seen many like him before, or so you thought

It wasn't strange for a knight to fall for you, it's happened many times before, the affection would be fleeting, over as suddenly as it began

All but the affections of this knight

Every tournament he would dedicate his victory to you, none of the other's that cheeted his name, he didn't even look their way

At every dance you noticed him dressing in finer and finer clothes, always asking you for a dance first

If any other man approached he'd find something to say about him

Faking politeness was easy for him, it was scary to watch

But he was never fake with you

Started inviting you on horseback rides when he got some status as a respectable knight

His mood would shift depending on your reply

Yes, and he was sunshine incarnate for the rest of the week, no and he'd grow colder even towards you, giving you one word anwsers and polite bows when adressing you

It was no secret that he was in love with you, you heard whispers and rumors of it through the castle

The longer you took to return his feelings the more reckless he became

More dangerous routes, taking on more tasks, more tournament fights

Fights where he would get hurt and keep going until he collapsed under the weight of his armor

He knew you worried for him, that's why he had to keep going, he had to show you the depth of his devotion and love

Quite possibly the most adrenaline driven knight in the castle, although he will claim it's his love for you that keeps him going

Will prove himself worthy of marrying you, no matter what, this he swears to you

The promise is sealed the only way he knows how, with a kiss on your hand

If he wins the King's favor then he's sure he can win yours too

You will be happy with him ruling by your side

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere x female reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere fluff #yandere boyfriend #yandere knight #knight x princess #yandere #original writing

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unholyplumpprincess · 1 year

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Falls on my knees,,, Peach can I please request nsft Junker Queen with a smol fem s/o who comes from a rich family and is kinda sheltered? Like, sneaks out to go see her Junker wife, maybe a bit of a corruption kink if that's okay? Ty ty in advance! And if the request isn't to your liking, that's totally alright too! <3

Now, I don't normally do gendered readers. BUT I couldn't get the idea of Junker Queen calling reader her Lil Princess soooooo I'll make a self indulgent exception this time. Also accidentally got carried away and wrote more than intended lmaooo

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Fandom: Overwatch

Relationship: Junker Queen x Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader explicitly uses she/her pronouns + has a vulva + is called a good girl/princess/wife/etc, I'd say fem reader but as a femme nb Id be okay with those terms sooo, There's a public scene so like- pda but make it horny?, Possessive Junker Queen

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Would it really surprise anyone nowadays?

You always had a luxurious life- yet, very strict. You were raised under the intention of taking over your father's company, being the only child in line for it. You were to be someone else's legacy. Your feelings and opinions never mattered- not even your hobbies.

Your father ran a tight ship, one that limited you greatly even into your adult life. He worked closely with Vishkar, working on a program that would better life for humans and use omnics as either scrap metal or servants.

You never liked it, always having immense empathy for those around you. Omnics or otherwise. It left a poor taste in your mouth at the thought of having to take over such a company.

But. It did mean you had to learn the tricks of the trade. Meaning trading with other people, companies, and sometimes even faux kingdoms.

And that's where you met her.

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Odessa was not a woman of unreasoning, but she definitely wasn't one you bullshitted with either. She could sniff out a lie like a bloodhound; No exception to your father either when he tried to underhand her.

She laughed in his face when he proposed helping with the feral omnics around and using them as scrap metal. Offering to clean out her Wasteland just for parts. But she knew better and had leaned down from her imposing throne, using her axe to tip his chin up as she crooned; "And what's in it for me, old man?"

Whilst looking directly at you.

He tried offering money for the scraps, but in the end they had reached an agreement of some kind. You would come to her faux kingdom and help her with financials and factions that she couldn't seem to get right. And of course, he'd still pay handsomely for the scrap he took. But, if he overstepped his bounds or went against his word, he could kiss his scraps goodbye.

And judging by how she had looked at your during this dealing, you expected you'd be scooped up as well as 'aid for the salt in her wounds'.

It's how you two get close. Odessa- or Dez, as you find she liked to be called instead- keeps to her word and uses your knowledge for her own gain. And in turn, you get to see parts of the world you know you'd never be allowed to.

She takes to calling you Princess, and at first you scoff at it. But soon it turned into a fond pet name, something that made you feel pretty and cherished.

Your interests start to show again, an old love of engineering and tinkering coming into play on one of the weeks she has you. She finds you late at night in her very own workshop, using pieces of scrap found around to make a makeshift sculpture of her Champion. A little ball that when a button was pressed, popping open into the sculpture to form the little hamster inside.

After that, she'd come and watch you instead.

Her keen eyes on you as she straddled a chair backwards, resting her chin over the top of it as her honey eyes burned holes into you.

Then more watching as you got to stay for longer periods of time. Dez was interested in your routines, how you lotioned your skin, patting lipgloss on your lips and doing your hair. Softer things she was unfamiliar with, just like the rougher things you too didn't understand.

Tension built between the two of you. You couldn't look her in the eye without feeling flustered. And it seemed like she caught on quickly, trying to do everything to impress you.

She was like a puppy some days.

Some times you caught her making a struggle sound when lifting something heavy, only to act like it was no big deal when you walked in the room. Or how some days she'd try to cook something more elaborate with spices like you did, but it would be too much and inedible.

It's the thought that counted.

It wasn't until she shows up in your room in her wing with flowers does it occur to you this silly queen had been trying to court you.

From there, you…try not to go home too often.

Your father doesn't like that you're enjoying time away. It all becomes too much one day when he tries to tell her he's breaking off the arrangement to the Queen. To which Dez laughs in his face and reminds him that she's not against taking his only child.

Not that you would be against it either.

When your relationship starts, she's all chivalry. She's loud, huge, and isn't scared to get into fights with people who even look at you sideways.

She holds your hand in public, grabs your ass, presses a hand on your lower back- you name it. She says it's to 'Give that lot something to really look at' and 'Let em know what's the Queen's property'.

It makes you feel…wanted.

But Dez also grabs your hand to guide you gently down the steps, or helps you tie your dresses up in the back. She'll sit with you while you take a bath, watching you with all your fancy bubbles and soft lotions with curiosity.

And then hunger when you offer for her to join you.

In turn, you learn to get a little dirty. The basics of self defense and standing up for yourself. Learning how to say No with certainty and getting into hobbies you'd long since forgotten.

It's one day after one of your baths does she make her move. She's upset about something, frustrated, looking to blow off steam. She tells you you smell so good, that you're so soft.

That she wants to tear you apart.

You go that night sore and bruised with bite marks lining every inch of you. With a snoring girlfriend lain across you and holding you like a stuffie.

Princess becomes more than a pet name after that.

One final night, you have a fight with your father and sneak out that night. Your private dropship already knows where to take you, the built in AI taking you there.

It's dark out, but Dez is already waiting for you. As if she got wind of it before you even showed up. You don't question it or try to make sense of it, just taking her hand silently as she escorts you off your ship.

"Rough night?" Are her first words that break the silence as she leads you inside her bedroom. You laugh dryly, wiping at the mascara trails under your eyes silently as she hands you a tissue.

"S'alright, love. You can stay here as long as ya need, yeah? Been in my fair share of spats with my old man too back in the day." Dez comforts you, opening her large arms as you come towards her to rest your head on her.

Your head reaches below her chest. Her hands are warm and rough as they rub across your back, focusing on the exposed part of your upper back where your dress dips down. Her short nails soothingly rub across your skin as you breathe in her scent slowly.

"Got any positions available in your kingdom, Your Highness?" You murmur as a jab to be humorous, but it comes out quietly.

In turn, Dez spares you a little chuckle. She pulls away briefly, grabbing your chin to tip it up to her with a cocksure smirk playing on her lips. "Could use someone to help me keep documentation on things." Her thumb then rubs across your bottom lip, watching as you close your eyes and peck a kiss to it. "Could also use a lil' wife to keep me in line too."

"Wife, huh?" You tease back at her, reaching up to grab her hand and press a kiss to her palm. But when she doesn't laugh at first, you glance back up to her face to see she's looking at you expectantly.

It clicks.

"Dez you're not seriously proposing like that, are you?" Your tone is full of mirth, flattered even. Your smile breaks her as she starts to smile in turn, leaning down to kiss your forehead and then your nose.

"Nah, nah. Just a thought, Princess. Would wanna find ya a big ole ring. Somethin' that screams 'Queen', ya know? Maybe we'll even getcha a lil tiara, aye?" All the while she speaks, gesturing to your head and forming a circle with her fingers like she's measuring you.

"Are you going to bring fireworks for the occasion?"

"Of course, doll! Would do it in public too. Maybe after pulverizing some bloke in the Reckoning." Dez hums thoughtfully, cupping her cheek and letting her eyes flick over your now smiling face. "Though, worry it'll make 'em think you're part of that prize. The title and the bride up for grabs."

"I'd poison them in their sleep and get you your title back."

A grin splits across her face, her big, booming laugh echoing in the room as she scoops you up into her arms to squeeze you tightly. "Now THAT'S my girl!"

You stay there afterwards. Carefully bundled in her bed with her night after night. Most nights she's not there, busy with handling things. And in turn, you learn to stay up late with her. You write down all her words, keeping documentation on factions and any upsets that went around town.

It feels like a domestic lifestyle. She's even started teasingly calling you her bride and wife, much to your embarrassment.

Dez treats you gently, the utmost gentleman that she is- per her own words.

But one time, when you go to the bar with her, someone gets a bit too bold with you. Knocking shoulders with you, poking at you. You can see her from across the table slowly looking murderous. But the cherry on top is when the person beside you implies they could treat you better.

You're surprised they don't end up a bloody pulp. But you quickly learn why when Dez croons at them, "Oh, ya do, aye? And would you happen to know what little spots make her tick, hm?" In this venomous tone as she stalks around the table to come toward you.

You squeak as you're lifted off the chair by her, your body turned towards that person as her hands slide down your shoulders. Down to your waist where she grabs you tight and makes you gasp, a heavy flush covering your face.

You try to turn your head, but she grabs your chin, turning your head towards the person to make sure they're looking just as you are.

"See how her legs shake?" Dez continues, her free hand trailing up to your chest and making you tremble. "See how she melts at my touch?" Her hand on your chin slides down, and you automatically move to make room for it to wrap loosely around your throat.

Your lashes begin to flutter, your breath shaking.

"You wanna know what sounds she makes for me in the night? Screaming my name? Ya think you could do that? Mate, I can make her scream for me without ever bein' inside her." Her words are harsh and heavy, but you're so distracted by her hand trailing down to the bottom of your dress. Her hand slides underneath, over your thigh, bending you over with her height only.

"Doll," She directs to you, her tone so sweet and kind. You hardly have time to breathe. "Remind this poor, blubbering fool who you belong to?"

"M-my Queen."

"And who only gets the utmost pleasure in having you?"

"You, my Queen."

"Now. Be a good girl and tell this bloke to fuck off." Her tone is sweet to you, so kind. You're shaking at the feeling of her body heat behind you as she stands to allow you to stand.

Her hand catches your chin again, directing you to open your eyes and look at the poor son of a bitch avoiding eye contact with you as the whole bar stares.

"Fuck off."

You don't get to finish your time at the bar. From there, Dez tells everyone to get back to what they were doing and have a good night. Said with a big slap on the back to the person who had been flirting with you.

You barely make it to the bedroom before Dez is snarling and slamming you into the nearest surface- but of course with a hand behind your head to avoid impact.

You whimper as she captures your lips in hers, bending down to do so. Her hand grabs your hair, her other one quickly shuffling up your skirts to fit her large thigh between yours to cause a moan to gasp from you.

"My pretty girl," She snarls against your lips, kissing down your neck as she pulls your hair. Forcing you to expose your neck as you gasp out. Her thigh presses up harder into you, feeling how wet you are already and making her breathlessly chuckle. "Oh? My sweet Princess liked that, hm?"

You try to nod, but can't move a muscle when she sucks a bruise into your neck with a cry from your own lips. "D-Dez-"

"Yeah, keep sayin' my name, angel. Gonna make you scream it real soon." She promises, her voice sounding like a growl as she scoops you up to deposit you on the bed.

You hardly get one bounce in before she's grabbing your hips and tugging you to the end of the bed where she gets down on her knees in front of you. Your dress is shuffled up where you quickly hold the skirts in place to watch her helplessly.

She moans at the sight of you, her finger trailing over the wet spot on your panties and pressing with just enough pressure over your clit to make you squirm. "My poor baby. A queen should never let her bride be wanting, hm? How selfish of me."

Your panties are ripped off, tucked into her back pocket before Dez is quickly yanking you close to bury her face into you. Her tongue knows exactly what you like best, licking flat over your whole cunt before her lips seal over your clit.

You scream out, your hands finding her braids and grabbing onto them for support. Your legs quake as she presses forward, forcing your feet to press to her shoulders and effectively pressing you into a better, open position.

It works to her favor, as she quickly introduces a thick finger pressing inside of you just like you like.

You cry out when her tongue flicks across your clit, back and forth nice and slow before taking you back between her lips again to suckle. She presses in a second finger, curling them upwards just as she moans helplessly into you when you pull her hair.

You cum quickly like that, with her fingers pumping into you shallowly and her tongue flicking across your clit nice and slow as if savoring you.

"Dez- D-Dez, fuck, baby, please, f-fuck-" Your cries are all her name like a prayer, fucking your hips into her face as she growls into you again.

It's only then does she pull from you, not giving you anytime to think as she forces you onto all fours.

Two fingers slide into you again, her other hand coming below you to sandwich your clit between two fingers to massage it in time with her fingers fucking you.

You scream her name into the mattress as your fingers claw for support in the sheets. Your face buries into them, desperate to muffle your pathetic whines as your eyes roll back into your head.

You're over sensitive, but you can still make out her words behind you. Each one more claiming than the next.

"No one else gets to see you like this."

"What a pretty Princess for her Queen, hm? Not such a good little girl now, are you? Just look at how well you take me now."

Then finally, her hand leaves your clit, giving her enough space to lean over you as her fingers fuck into you still. Spoken as she nips your shoulder and murmurs behind your ear, "Beg. Beg to cum around my fingers, pretty girl. Let 'em hear ya all over the wasteland, yeah?"

Then Dez moves. Moving to lay on her back under you, keeping her fingers sunk into you and using her free hand to grab one of your hips bruisingly.

She yanks you down to her awaiting mouth, moaning into you just as you sob out and start to hump into her face and back into her fingers.

You know Dez doesn't need to wait for you to beg, pleas already slipping from your lips in a higher pitch with each swipe of her tongue. Each curl of her lips sloppily kissing over your clit in open mouthed, messy kisses with a brush of her tongue on each kiss.

You scream for her. Screaming her name loud enough to be heard outside the open window for sure as you cum on her tongue and fingers.

Your back arches, twisting your fingers in the sheet as your eyes roll back into your head. You don't even realize you're kicking your legs and squirming too much until both her hands take a hold of your hips.

Dez's strength in her very fingertips makes you shiver, sobs racking your frame as overstimulation winds into your bones. Tears bubble in your eyes, your body shaking as you whine her name quietly.

It's then that she slides out from under you, wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand before readjusting you.

She pulls your trembling form into her arms, cradling you bridal style and fixing your dress into place. You cling to her tightly, burying your face into her neck as she rubs over your back crooning to you gently.

"You did a good job, love. Not hurt, are ya?" Her voice is gentle, using her cheek to nuzzle at the top of your head. You shake your head quietly, humming to let her know that your reply is no.

"Good. Cause I ain't done with ya yet." Dez chuckles softly, kissing the top of your head with a turn of her head. Your reply is a soft whine, feeling how one of her hands cheekily slides under your dress to squeeze at your thigh.

"What? Haven't even properly bruised ya up yet. After a slight like that, I'm itchin' to tear you apart." Her words are a promise, despite her soft tone. "'Sides, we know you can take more than just that."

"You're going to kill me." You groan back to her, lifting your head finally just in time to catch her gaze. Your cheeks flush at how dark her eyes are.

How hungrily she looks at you.

"Not gonna kill ya," She promises, leaning in to kiss your forehead tenderly. "Just gonna make sure ya can't walk tomorrow."

And you know Dez. Her promises?

They're not ever broken.

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kobold-royalty · 10 months

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I think seeing fossils, or recreations of skeletons. Especially in a photo like the one I just shared is like empowering. Something about like um, okay this is proof that these things existed, they were alive. They were powerful, terrifying creatures full of life and seeing that is the potential it had, the potential we all have. But it is also dead and gone, powerful overwhelming creatures or ideas can be defeated. and thats the things, we won't ever get to see a real one, they only *currently* exist as bones and thoughts in our mind. Immortal as long as we continue to keep them in our hearts and minds, but only theoretically.

Also big stompy thing existed and thats cool. stomp stomp.

ps: and yeah birds are dinosaurs, and exist and I love them, and can be terrifying in their own right. But their ancestors could be so big, and that bigness is part of that power we imagine. stomp stomp flap flap.

#dinosaurs #fossils #rambling #princess writing

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creativepromptsforwriting · 23 days

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Prompt #1081: Quotes (80)

"You will find that the word 'fear' is not in my vocabulary."

"Perhaps. But it's in your eyes."

The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement (2004) dir. Garry Marshall

#prompt 1081 #writeblr #writing prompts #writing ideas #writing prompt #writers on tumblr #quotes #quotes 80 #the princess diaries

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beanxiv · 1 month

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satoru gojo who has the biggest sweet tooth ever but won't hesitate to offer you a bite of his kikufuku-- even though it's his favorite.

satoru gojo who, when you shake your head to him buying you an expensive gift, buys it for you anyways, because no amount of money will be more valuable than seeing you happy with a what he's bought you. especially when he knows its his name on the card that's being slid through the reader to purchase whatever it is you set your eyes on.

satoru gojo who readily pulls his blindfold/sunglasses off in your presence because only you quiet the overlapping, draining echoes in his head.

satoru gojo who peppers you with kisses for as long as you let him, because you deserve to feel just how much adoration he has for you.

satoru gojo who takes you out to gorgeous high-end restaurants, having the both of you dress up just as gorgeously. not to mention, throughout the night you'll hear endless compliments of how "that outfit really compliments your figure," or how, "that color makes your eyes look so pretty." and so on and so forth, satoru can't run out of compliments when you give him so much to talk about

satoru gojo who is the best at princess treatment. do not try opening your own door around him. he will do somersaults to get there before you can. you know those tiktoks of people rolling over the top of the car and dropping onto the ground to open the door for their significant other? yeah, that's satoru.

satoru gojo who surprises you with those giant, beautiful bouquets that have money and your favorite snacks in them because he loves to see your expression when he hands it to you

satoru gojo who loves to show you off. he'll send the gc with him, shoko, and suguru endless texts about how he loves his s/o so much and how he's so lucky to have them. and he sends especially petty messages sometimes about how suguru and shoko are still single while he's happily married (he'll say this before you're even engaged)

satoru gojo who used to not get flustered by anyone because-- well he's satoru gojo-- he's the one who gets people all flustered up. but when you came into his life? try as he might to talk smooth and be flirty, you turned him into a stuttering mess sometimes. he'd play it off when he got lucky, but whenever you caught him off guard? he'd blush to his ears, glancing away and all.

satoru gojo who always texts you if he's at the store to ask if you want him to pick up something for you while he's there.

satoru gojo who, if you're sick, will act like you're dying in his arms. he'll panic, rushing around to get you medicine, whatever snacks you're craving, etc. he showers you in kisses and cuddles like they'll be his last

alternatively, satoru gojo who, when he gets sick, demands attention 24/7. you're not there when he wakes up? he'll pout and be upset until he's had his fill of your cuddles. loves when you feed him while he's sick, it makes him feel so loved and taken care of.

satoru gojo who loves when you ask for his opinion. which outfit is nicer? well both of them look perfect on you, but that one brings out your skin tone. which show should you watch? what about the one where you'll love to watch together? it makes him feel so important when you ask what he prefers.

satoru gojo who kicks his feet and giggles when he gets a text from you. he's on a mission with suguru, shoving his phone in suguru's face giggling over whatever you said. the phone is so close to his face that whatever is on the screen isn't even legible at this proximity but it makes satoru skip like a little schoolgirl as he and suguru walk to wherever they've been assigned to.

satoru gojo who asks shoko for advice since she's a friend of yours. asking her questions like, "should I get them this or this?" or "do they like this or this better?"

satoru gojo who starts a book or tv series just because you recommended it to him. because when has his beautiful partner ever steered him wrong? this applies for any advice you've given him too

satoru gojo who makes you an example for megumi. "see this, megumi? your standards should be this high! look how perfect y/n is, you should find you a partner like that too!"

satoru gojo who shows you megumi's picture album of when he was younger because he loves to see the two most important people in his life bonding, even if it means embarrassing megumi.

on that note, satoru gojo who's apartment is filled with photos of you and megumi and all his friends and family, and his phone's wallpaper is a picture of you too

satoru gojo who watches old tapes of you and him in high school together a lot whenever you're on missions without him. the nostalgia makes him miss the times when everything was okay in high school, but it also makes him so grateful that he finally managed to make you his after pining for you for so long

satoru gojo who's possessive but in a boastful way, you posted a tiktok? he's the first like, comment, and save. spams your comment section saying, "THATS ACTUALLY MY S/O" and whatnot because he's absolutely obsessed with you

satoru gojo, the strongest sorcerer, who is absolutely no match for you because the moment you make eye contact with him, he just goes weak and can't say no to a single request of yours

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spooksier · 4 months

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relistening to tma and losing my mind more with each episode. anyways. today we're talking about how there are three characters in the show who are meant to be/groomed to be "the chosen one" for some specific purpose (agnes for the lightless flame, gerry to carry on some esoteric bloodline, jon for the watcher's crown/the web's escape plan) and all three of them have that running theme of being completely powerless in every aspect of their lives despite being made to be something powerful. we never get agnes' own perspective on her own life, gerry dies and is kept in limbo for *years*, and jon is marked to be the antichrist from age 8, like all of them were used as tools rather than people and if you couple that with all three at some point expressing that their fantasy is to live a normal life and be a normal person but they were trapped by divinity......fucked up if true

#tma #sorry we're back in the tma meta era i love writing it #i just listened to the agnes/jack barnabas ep can you tell #i love you agnes girl #now writing an au fic where it's jon and martin instead of agnes/jack and jon is a full fledged archivist........#me halfway through writing this: oh jesus christ. princess zelda of hyrule.#i heart divinity/divine purpose being a curse! i heart it!!!!

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bluerosefox · 7 days

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Invites

"OMA, kill meeeee" Ellie, aka Wrath complained as she allowed her head to 'thunk' on the cafeteria table in the Watchtower she phased into in order to sit in next to a boy dressed in red, yellow, and green.

"Aren't you already halfway there?" Came Robin's response as he took a drink of his water, eyeing his teammate with a raised eyebrow, though it was difficult to tell with his mask in place.

"OMA?" Asked Superboy on the other side of the boy.

"Shush you." She said towards Robin before answering Superboy "Oh my Ancients, it's like OMG but like for us ghosties."

"Tt" "Oh!" Came both their responses.

"So..." began Superboy after a few minutes of silence between them as he looked at Ellie like a confused puppy "Why?"

Ellie groaned and just stayed slumped on the table as she said "Da's dumb Observants council is hosting another dumb ball to try to get him or me hitched again, and like always I'm forced to attend because I'm Da's heir. We both hate it with a passion, most are just stuck up, power hungry, social climbers trying to get into our pants for the royal titles... Espcially if they become our Forevermores."

"Tt, why not just get rid of them? Or simply have your Father dismiss the ball." Robin said, his eye twitching in annoyance just at the thought of it. A ball sounded even more annoying than the gala parties he is made to go to.

"Sounds stressful... Also Forevermores?" Superboy asked, he was always curious of Ellie and her ghost culture but never knew what could be asked or not, he had been warned to never ask how a ghost died after all and that question is normally asked in every ghost hunter video on the internet.

"Forevermores is our term for the ONE. The one and only we will ever be with. Till our final end takes us we are always to be with them only. We are core creatures and bonding on that level is like sacred, we don't rush into bonding like that though. But everyone in the Realms hopes to be either become mine or Da's. And the ball is their best chance at meeting us on neutral grounds." Ellie explained as best as she could for Jon, it was hard trying to explain the type of level a Forevermore was "And to answer you Robin, Da can't. The Observants, despite how annoying they can get with their dumb demands, are part of the system council for the Realms, they're sadly needed to keep things in check hence their name. Da and his friends are still trying to find a loophole to get rid of them though. They were only created when they put Tyrant King to sleep and they still sadly have some backings from other powerful ghosts in the Realms, even an Ancient or two and in order to fully dismiss them we need all Ancients on board. And the ball keeps a lot of ghosts, especially the more powerful ones, errr I guess happy? Most just use it to gossip on neutral grounds, others just like to dance, network, or other junk like that. Basically, when it's not about them trying to get mine or Da's hand in ghost marriage, it's fun so Da can't dismiss it, it'll ruffle to many feathers."

"Wow..." "Tt." Were the response from her teammates.

"Yeah. Da really isn't happy because someone suggested inviting powerful people from a few Mortal Realms this time. Somehow it got approved. So... here." She said as she reached into her own chest, phasing her hand in, and pulled out two green envelopes and placed them on the table in front of them. Both boys stared in surprise to see their names written in dark purple ink and the stylized DP on it.

"CW let me invite you guys personally. Everyone else should be getting theirs in about a few minutes complete with a blaze of green fire and spooky vibes." Ellie said with a strained smile, both happy to invite them but also dreading the questions she'll no doubt have to answer once the invites were sent.

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