#just two beautiful eldritch wives loving each other. trusting each other. worshipping each other.

[oldxenomorph]

04. what non-sexual act of foreplay most turns them on? 05. what are the top kinks that your muse enjoys? 06. what are some/a kink that your muse wants to explore? 11. what is your muses favourite, or most favoured, position/s? 16. how vocal is your muse when intimate? 20. has your muse ever indulged in the use of restraints; whether using them on someone or themselves? 😇

intimate + sexual headcanon questions

Placing my answers under a mature label and cut because they are, dare I say, a little spicy. Hehehe.

4. What non-sexual act of foreplay most turns them on?

Nyx loves the Emperor's voice. The deep, machine voice, abyssal, cold, teeth-rattling, bone-shattering; the sound of annihilation, a supermassive black hole; devouring, consuming, the end of everything condensed by crushing gravity into soundwaves. She loves to listen to the Emperor speak to her in Greek (she can speak to her in both the Ancient and Modern forms of the language), but especially R'lyehian. Nyx learned the language of the Great Family from her earliest years with the Emperor, when the universe was still new. It is the first language of the Emperor, her mother tongue. The Emperor uses R’lyehian in their most intimate moments, when she’s being romantic, or when she wants to speak to her and only her.

The Emperor is easily aroused just by Nyx touching her, showing possession over her: a hand on her thigh when they sit next to each other, a hand sneaking underneath the Emperor’s robes to hold her body close, the way she holds one of her hands, the way she touches her face, even the way she looks at her. She loves being in her wife’s presence, just standing next to her takes all of her self-control to not immediately pull her into her arms and begin kissing her. (Nyx will tell you that it doesn’t take long for that self-control to start disappearing because the Emperor can’t resist discreetly slipping one of her tentacles underneath her dress.) Also, Nyx’s voice and laugh makes the Emperor melt.

5. What are the top kinks that your muse enjoys?

Nyx obviously enjoys the Emperor’s tentacles the most. How fortuitous that her soulmate has two forms with a total of eighteen (18) large tentacles for her to take pleasure in, and how lovely to have a wife with tentacles who is so eager to use them for her pleasure. The goddess also likes marking the Emperor with her violet lipstick, all over her neck and face, even her chest. Symbolic jewelry is another thing that she particularly likes; after all, she made the Emperor a special pair of earrings, because a wedding ring was not enough. Nyx needs everyone who looks upon the Emperor to know that she belongs to her, the Eternal Night.

The Emperor loves to worship Nyx’s body, every inch and every atom, a vision of the night’s wealth of stars, its darkness, its beauty. She is usually pretty amenable to whatever Nyx likes and whatever she wants to do; her greatest joy is loving and pleasuring her wife, ensuring that she is happy and satisfied. Especially loves it when Nyx only has her jewelry on: the stars and jewel of darkness on her forehead, her necklace and all the jewels that hang off it that frame her breasts, her beautiful earrings, her hairpins, her armbands, the rings on her fingers. She loves all of Nyx’s softness and curves, she loves to kiss her and touch her and when her hands are occupied, her tentacles continue to touch her wherever she wants.

Nyx loves the Emperor's size, how tall she is, her defined and masculine build. She loves her wife’s anatomy, her biomechanical exterior and all the horror that exists beneath it, but she especially loves how it feels against her soft skin. The ridges and texture when they touch her most sensitive areas elicit arousal in the goddess; she loves riding the Emperor’s thigh while the other is sitting on her throne in the core of the Ziggurat. (And the Emperor enjoys watching Nyx bring herself pleasure, her tentacles helping her as she rides her thigh.) She loves the Emperor's true form, loves to take her place amongst her long, biomechanical centipede body, tended to by many sets of hands, and large tentacles while she is kissed and worshipped.

Tentacles, body worship, and size are kinks the two of them enjoy the most.

Honorable mention: Nyx loves feeding the Emperor stars and likes watching her eat gore. She gets aroused seeing the tentacles that emerge from the entity’s mouth to devour stars, oil black appendages slick with the blessed tar, the Emperor’s dark material; the same tentacles drenched in annihilation are the same ones that slip inside her when the Emperor pleasures her with her mouth. And the Emperor enjoys being fed stars and gore, because even when she is full, she still has room to worship her wife.

5. What are some/a kink that your muse wants to explore?

Not a kink, per say, more like a fantasy: Nyx has always wanted to have sex with her wife inside Harbinger. The First Reaper is another shape of the Emperor herself, it was shaped by Azathoth using her dark material, her blood, her soul. Nyx has never been inside a Reaper and she would never go inside one on her own, but there is also something deeply arousing about being completely surrounded by the Emperor: the cold air, the darkness, the sound of the core, the heavy gravity. The goddess often thinks about being touched by the Emperor's tentacles while inside Harbinger, what the sounds of their mutual pleasure would be like within its terrifying hull. She wants to ride the Emperor inside the first ship made from her blessed, pitch black essence, the Night fully and completely claiming Extinction in all her shapes, all her forms.

The Emperor’s very protective of Harbinger, but she also can’t refuse her soulmate’s wishes. It’ll happen soon.

For the Emperor, she’s always wanted to have sex with Nyx in front of the Mirror of Night. She’s always thought the mirror was so beautiful and powerful just like its creator, it ought to be in the bedchambers she shares with Nyx in the Ziggurat. It belongs near their bed, where she can see all the angles and curves of her wife in its deep reflection, admiring her naked form and her beauty amongst the shimmering stars and the violet light from jewels of darkness in the clutches of bronze skeletons. She knows that the Mirror is part of Nyx, made from and infused with her darkness and love; it pulses with a dark allure much like the goddess that crafted it. Very often The Emperor thinks about watching her wife ride her in the mirror, or having Nyx watch the mirror as her tentacles curl around her and pleasure her. Made one and whole, claimed fully and entirely within the infinite dark.

She just has to find a way to get Zagreus to hand it over.

11. What is your muses’ favorite, or most favored, position/s?

Most of the Emperor’s favorite positions are mostly due to her size because she has to be comfortable in order to make sure she can give Nyx her full attention. (For reference: her normal Reaper Emperor shape is 10ft, her true shape in the Black Palace is 30ft, Nyx is 8’6”ft.) The Emperor is very much aware of her size, how heavy her bodies are, and their effect on her wife; it would devastate her if Nyx was ever uncomfortable or hurt while they’re intimate. That’s why she greatly prefers Nyx to be on top, as she sees her body as an instrument for her wife’s pleasure and adores that she’s the more dominant one. Her tentacles don't hurt when she's laying down, they can shift themselves to be flush against her back. (It amuses Nyx that both of the Emperor's forms require the maximum amount of pillows and cushions.) Although any position that allows the Emperor to give Nyx the dark material inside her is a favored one; any position that ensures that her wife is satisfied and full of the black tar, darkness and annihilation filling her core and veins.

Nyx loves riding the Emperor, claiming her, making the great entity hers. Since the beginning, she has climbed on top of the Emperor’s body, straddled her, and ridden her to the brink of madness. She loves being able to look down and admire her beloved's state, at the way she's consumed by desire and lust. Whenever they find a secret place in the Ziggurat or the Underworld, Nyx loves it when the Emperor pushes violet silks over her hips and takes her from behind, where she sinks herself into the goddess and claims her. Or when the Emperor pulls her down into her lap, her hands and tentacles slipping underneath her dress to touch her, to hold her, feel all of her while she rocks into her. She loves her wife’s eagerness, any position that allows her to be devoured and worshipped and filled by the Emperor is a favored one. Nyx doesn’t much care for missionary except for when the Princes of Entropy were conceived in the Black Palace and the times when the Emperor lifts her onto her glass desk in her office and they fuck on top of a projection of the Milky Way.

16. How vocal is your muse when intimate?

As mentioned before, they both love each other’s voices. The Emperor loves Nyx’s voice, loves to be praised by the goddess, loves to be told how beautiful she is, how handsome she is, how big she is, how she belongs to her, “Extinction”, “my beautiful Emperor”, “my lovely Emperor”, “my beloved”. She loves hearing Nyx’s sighs and moans, the way she commands her to go deeper, harder; claim her, fuck her, to fill her, she trusts her, she loves her. Nyx’s voice is ethereal, the sound of the great expanse of night, elegant even when consumed by lust, drenched in desire. Sometimes, when her orgasm is so intense, Nyx will moan the Emperor’s true name. She loves the way the goddess praises her, the way she rewards her with affirmations and kisses.

Nyx gets aroused so easily by the Emperor's voice, when they are intimate she just melts in her wife's arms. She loves hearing the Emperor call her “My Nyx”, “My goddess”, “my beautiful Nyx”, “my Eternal Night”. Oftentimes when lust floods the Emperor’s system and consumes her insides as she nears her climax, she reverts to R’lyehian. The Emperor tells her how beautiful she is, how divine she feels, how she worships her. It takes all of Nyx’s strength not to climax early when the Emperor tells her, in R’lyehian, that she wants to fill her with her black tar. However, as much as she loves sweet words, she loves the sounds she’s able to pull out of the Emperor, the low moans and deep, rumbling groans during those surges of pleasure.

20. has your muse ever indulged in the use of restraints; whether using them on someone or themselves?

The Emperor is more than happy to let Nyx tie her up: her upper body captured in black ropes, hands behind her back, legs tucked underneath her, the rope expertly tight around the base of her tentacles, stretching across her chest and her thighs. Kneeling, sitting before her wife, her head resting in her lap, relishing in the softness of her flesh and the silks she wears, the cool temperature of her hands, breathing in the scent of her lavender perfume. She loves the way the goddess holds her head, rewarding her with kisses, a low hum escaping her as her wife coaxes out her arousal and brings her to a low ache. She belongs to Nyx.

[jerrykatt]

Voltron/Percy Jackson Xover Part 2

Here's part one. I'd recommend reading it before coming back to this.

And so, now we know that Leo was rejected by his mother's family, his own aunt labeling him a diablo, a devil. We know that he was shunted off into the system with little sympathy and even less kindness. We know that the memory of his mother's death haunts his steps like an eldritch phantom. But now another death plagues him with suffocating guilt. The death of the man who chose to be left behind in a firestorm, knowing that his death was mere moments away but willing to face it head on if it meant he could save one small fledgling life.

He didn't remember much in the aftermath, that much was certain what with the shock that set in.

The fire giving one last heaving roar, reminiscent of a dragon's destructive fury. The unnatural explosion of force rocking the building. A woman's silhouette, standing tall and sinisterly pleased with her spiteful vengeance, throwing one last malevolent sneer in his direction before sinking into the earth below her feet.

The ringing in his ears and the ladder being blasted backwards.

Falling and screaming. An unmerciful impact with the pavement and his vision going black.

Waking up in a hospital, alone and unwanted.

It was all too much of a blur for Leo's young mind to comprehend in his traumatized state. But one of the things he did remember, besides the hole in his life where his mother should have been, was finding out the fireman's name. Or at least, the last part of it.

Kogane.

(That's where we see Keith fit into this chapter of Leo's life.)

Like Leo, Keith was also unfortunately placed into foster care. I haven't decided yet on how they meet after the fire. Perhaps they were sent to the same group home? Maybe they ran into each other after running from their respective foster families, sleeping under the same freeway overpasses? Either way, they might've become friends for a short time and then the classic reveal happens - Leo finds out Keith's last name, and ultimately the fact that his father was Fireman Kogane.

Leo can't face him anymore, not with the knowledge that he was reason his friend's father went up in flames. His flames.

He runs. And Keith? Well...

His mother's glaring absence, His father's death, and now his friend's unexplained rejection.

Each cut into his chest like a knife, as sharp as the blade he kept strapped to his belt.

The same blade that gives him a goal. A purpose.

To find his past. To find some answers.

(Anything to distract from the gnawing resentment, the aching loneliness)

So yeah. Keith takes it hard. But this is the perfect place to pause and explain EXACTLY why I chose Krolia to be Aphrodite in this AU. And, ultimately, why I thought Keith being the son of the goddess of love made SO MUCH SENSE. AND ALSO LETS NOT FORGET SEASON SEVEN ADDING MORE SPICE TO THE MIX

Let's start with Krolia. Krolia and Canon!Aphrodite have... little in common when it comes to personality. At least with the depictions I've read in PJO where Canon!Aphrodite apparently approves of her children breaking hearts (It's apparently a rite of passage in Aphrodite's cabin if I remember correctly). And the fact that her negative traits could be summarized in how one of her demigod children turned out (I'm looking at you Drew). Anyways here's where my idea comes in.

Sit up and away from your computer screen and take a look around at the world. Times are changing, standards are being shattered and rebuilt with each passing day. The concept of beauty itself is being torn into different directions. We have people who still prefer the classic hourglass figure, the full lips and sultry eyes, the flawless skin and the soft spoken nature of a damsel in distress. People who want the pretty princess bride, the stay at home wives.

Not necessarily weak in some aspects, but definitely not at the strongest potential either.

Still, it is the usual form that Canon!Aphrodite takes with little difference made when approaching each potential lover.

And on the other end of the spectrum, we have people who are attracted to independence, intellect, and strength. They want someone as either an equal or more than that. They like big biceps and thick muscular thighs.

We especially have people who don't care for what their precious people look like and end up adoring every part of them anyway. These people are muddled in the middle of the spectrum. They want something more raw, more real. It doesn't matter if the person is thick or thin, hairy or bald, or if they're missing a limb or two. A big nose? Bad breakout of zits? Trust me, for these people, it only adds to the charm.

I'd imagine in this turbulent world where opinions of beauty were being bounced around like a particularly ill aimed bouncy ball (one that would more than likely smack you in the face rather than land safely back in your hand), Aphrodite would end up having an identity crisis.

God's and goddesses have a sustainability that is based on mortal's worship and the strength of their domain. Aphrodite had enough mortals immortalizing her presence in art and literature to keep her remembered, that certainly wasn't the problem. Neither was the concept of love. Love was universal, the goddess of love understood that more than anyone. The problem was that Aphrodite's physical form was constantly fluctuating due to her the part of her domain pertaining to beauty being... constantly reconstructed? Stretched thin? I'm not sure how to describe it. All I can tell you is that Aphrodite ran from Olympus as she felt her powers getting out of hand. Maybe Haggar/Gaea and Zarkon/Uranus had planned to amplify the effects of what a changing society can do to a godly being? Perhaps Aphrodite was chosen to be a test subject to see if such a thing could be used as a weapon?

Regardless of the cause, the goddess fell to earth. She crashed outside a certain fireman's house and when she woke, her form had settled into the one we all know and love - Krolia's. Yep, purple skin, dual toned hair, pointed ears, claws, inhuman eyes, the whole package. I'm not kidding. Also I'm pretty sure if she hadn't sustained a concussion (and hadn't been so... pleasantly distracted by Kogane nursing her back to health) she would have screamed bloody murder at her reflection. She's at least grateful that she managed to keep her mile long legs (even if they now had her towering over most mortals) As it is, her powers are temporarily rendered useless because of the strain of her transformation.

Also the panic attack that she had once everything registered didn't help. Thankfully Kogane managed to calm her down, with a soothing voice and gentle rough hands.

Things settle. At first when they make introductions, she mixes up two of her usual aliases "Kristine" and "Olivia" and ends up blurting out "Krolia" instead, much to her horror. And after an awkward minute of panic she also reveals more than what she was intending to bargain for. Oddly enough, the goddess reveals her true nature right off the bat and Kogane takes it in stride just like he did with the whole Canon!Alien issue. Usually she keeps her lips smartly sealed but.... right now? She's doesn't have the confidence that comes with her preferred, perfect yet almost plastic form. She's disoriented and confused and homesick and a little fucked up in the head right now.

Kogane helps her through it. And with him guiding her, she discovers new things about herself, and is reminded of the better parts of who she is and who she could potentially become.

To no ones surprise, they fall in love. And to Krolia's surprise, she ends up WANTING to stay, even -ESPECIALLY- after giving birth to this man's child. His son. Her son.

Their son.

But monsters from Tartarus have always lied in wait. She leaves just like in Canon. Because of one too many close shaves with beasts and traitorous gods alike trying to snatch away her new found happiness and self discovery. She leaves to protect the person she loves most.

Their son. Keith.

((Again I'm on a tight schedule (needing two jobs sucks sometimes) so I'll wrap this up and talk about Keith))

Now you may want to ask why I chose Aphrodite? Why didn't I choose Hades to be Keith's godly parent? It would have matched his basic demeanor, the basis to his character - the loner (also awesome undead powers would've have been a plus!!). Why didn't I chose Ares? Keith is a phenomenal fighter! Why not Zeus? His fighter pilot skills makes him second to none in the skies!!!

My answer is this: Keith has an unfathomable AMAZING capacity to love.

Think about it. Remember that the reason that he rejects people is because he knows just how much he's risking when he's putting his heart into someone's hands. You only see that in a person who's had their heart torn to pieces by the unspoken consequences of abandonment.

Finally, Look at what this guy has done for a dying man. IN CANON TO BOOT.

Look at what he's done for Shiro even back before his feelings evolved into what can be interpreted as romantic, when his relationship with the man was purely platonic in a mentor/student dynamic level. He SUPPORTS Shiro. He doesn't pity him. He doesn't coddle him. He doesn't look at the fact that Shiro most likely has only a few more years left in him before his body breaks down. He sees his friend that has every right to pursue his dream instead of wasting away on a military base that cares more for its fucking reputation than it's actual students (I resent the Garrison for lying about the mission, make no mistake. THEY EVEN TOOK THE SIDE OF THAT SHITTY BRAT WHO MADE SNIDE REMARKS ON KEITH PARENTS!!! WTF?!!).

This is the man that's promised to never give up on him. The one who reminded Keith that, most of all, he can't give up on himself. And Keith? My Defensive, prickly, hold-everyone-at-arms-length son? What does my firecracker boi do?

He takes it to heart. He fucking takes it to heart.

Now fast forward again - we have Keith beautifully beating the crap out of Iverson and other "high ranking" officials who essentially now see Shiro as a liability, as someone who cannot be let free with his new found knowledge on extraterrestrial life. We have him basically breaking multiple laws to get Shiro out and onto to his bike so he could drive them and their Tagalongs to safety. We have Keith running to Shiro AGAIN AND AGAIN. It doesn't matter who stands in his way - Zarkon could suck on a lemon and those wild beasts on that remote planet in 'Across the Universe'? They can Quiznak right off because He will never give up on Shiro. Enough said.

And one last thought. I'm sure you guys have seen the leaked scenes of Keith staying by Shiro's side while he's in the healing pod, his vitals showing that his conscious is not assimilating with Kuron's body. I'm sure you've seen how Keith pleaded with Allura to think of a way to help them. You probably heard Allura regretfully admit that there wasn't anything she could do to help anymore than she already had. You saw Keith in his disbelief, in his grief. You saw him slam his fist onto the healing pod, head hung low wand pleading to the man within to fight. To stay.

"You can't do this to me again"

And miraculously, Shiro wakes.

I didn't plan on giving Keith Charmspeak. I only planned on giving him an IMMUNITY towards other Charmspeakers. And even now I still stand by my decision on NOT giving him such a power. Because it makes this scene, when adapted into my AU, have THAT much more significance. He didn't need any godly gifts to bring back the man he loves, his own voice, rough and raw and full of desperation.... it was enough. It was MORE than enough.

"Keith you saved me." "We saved eachother"