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bakerstreet2023-02-10 01:52 pm
pippilongsockings) wrote in bakerstreet2023-02-10 01:52 pm
[ Consensual, Risk, Ownership, Accidental, or Roleplay! Post-apoc settings easy but can AU elsewhere.]
Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | ota
hauntedking
2023-02-10 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Not interested in Humiliation, Ownership, or Forced at this point! ]
(available in several au flavors!)
( tbh all I want is to write a better pregnancy plot for Claire than Heroes Reborn did. which should not be difficult. )
[ Happy to discuss! Only not particularly interested in 11 or 12. ]
((I'm interested in a combination of 2/6, where they're fooling around, and maybe Hilda thinks its a safe day, so they just go for it and oops, baby. Would you be down?))
[Either party, no dub/noncon, bathroom or beast.]
[No forced, ownership, or humiliation]
Stig hadn't been acting quite like himself lately. It started a few days ago, nothing too noticeable, but he'd been quieter and more reserved compared to his more usual extroverted nature. He was oversleeping more, missing alarms and struggling to get out of bed even with Renard's pushing. His appetite could only be described as ravenous, going beyond even the high calorie diet he needed for his flames.
A bit of mercuriality wasn't strange on its own, considering that Stig was still very young by a dragon's standards, but it was starting to interfere with their work. He'd been distracted in their workshop, not paying attention to his fire, the lifeblood of their forge, and once he unintentionally ruined a piece of rare and delicate silver, the tension coiled tightly in the air finally snapped.
He lashed out at Renard in his misplaced frustration. Just being around the elf seemed to set him on edge, and now they hadn't spoken in days. Stig hadn't been retiring to their apartment in the evenings, and during the day he locked himself up in the workshop's office. They stopped seeing each other, and the only reminder of his presence became the occasional things that Renard would notice missing around their small, shared living space. It started out reasonable, like the dragon's pillow disappearing from the bed, but soon it was all of the pillows, blankets, and cushions.
By the end of the week, Stig wasn't leaving the office at all. From the outside, all that could be seen was a faint, flickering glow of a flame, and the doorknob was hot to the touch.
Inside the office, Stig was curled up on the couch, lying on top of the pile of blankets. It looked like he was running a fever, with the way that his hair was damp and his skin beaded with sweat. Each breath gave off embers, making the air stifling and shimmering from the heat. He was exhausted, his muscles wound too tight like an spring, waiting to snap. He didn't know how much longer he could handle it as his fingers shakily dipped down between his legs once again for any kind of momentary relief.
A bit of mercuriality wasn't strange on its own, considering that Stig was still very young by a dragon's standards, but it was starting to interfere with their work. He'd been distracted in their workshop, not paying attention to his fire, the lifeblood of their forge, and once he unintentionally ruined a piece of rare and delicate silver, the tension coiled tightly in the air finally snapped.
He lashed out at Renard in his misplaced frustration. Just being around the elf seemed to set him on edge, and now they hadn't spoken in days. Stig hadn't been retiring to their apartment in the evenings, and during the day he locked himself up in the workshop's office. They stopped seeing each other, and the only reminder of his presence became the occasional things that Renard would notice missing around their small, shared living space. It started out reasonable, like the dragon's pillow disappearing from the bed, but soon it was all of the pillows, blankets, and cushions.
By the end of the week, Stig wasn't leaving the office at all. From the outside, all that could be seen was a faint, flickering glow of a flame, and the doorknob was hot to the touch.
Inside the office, Stig was curled up on the couch, lying on top of the pile of blankets. It looked like he was running a fever, with the way that his hair was damp and his skin beaded with sweat. Each breath gave off embers, making the air stifling and shimmering from the heat. He was exhausted, his muscles wound too tight like an spring, waiting to snap. He didn't know how much longer he could handle it as his fingers shakily dipped down between his legs once again for any kind of momentary relief.
[ Test driving. Former Cosmic Warlord who got imprisoned for a few thousand years on Earth and then got bound to a college student. He's something like a Power Rangers "villain" who can possess/fuse with someone to give them access to "super sentai" type of power. ]
(any interest in a semi-reformed space pirate?)
Spicy 4/8 combo with that set-up works for me. Gonna set the scene a bit.
mesonux
- 2023-02-11 21:55 (UTC) - Expand(ooc: Her best friend is a dragon, I think she'd be fascinated by him. I'm down with whatever sort of plotline you might be interested in?)
[ here mostly for noh having alien physiology and getting knocked up. especially interested in 5, 6, or 11. ]
(ooc: would love to play something AU where she gets married off and needs an heir to the throne)
[Most interested in 1, 2, 6, and 9 or a consensual wildcard!]
((Only no is for him to Humiliate his partner, or to Force them bimself into impregnation; happy to play out any dub-con or consensual versions of the rest, otherwise! Also cool with mpreg, egg-preg, and other 'weird' pregnancies.))
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