#o k but what is muse ???

[twistedappletree]

[stellarsect]

hiii gaymers. i moved one of my silly lil gay autistic muses (k/aveh) <3

[yourgirlsarchived]

[kafkicoddities]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - Redone

Send a letter and I will respond with a headcanon about the ns/fw topic that corresponds to it!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum) D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) L = Location (favorite places to do the do) M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

[just-a-ghost00]

Your next significant relationship - Who? When? Where?

Group 1 - Controler

Letters : N U Z E D M L K I O S Significant words/names/signs : SKZ, nudes, suki, soul, miso, sun, zen, Leo, kids, Nike, Mike, lion, Leon, noise, sound, Link, links, Dion, Zeus, Odin, Oden, onze (french for 11), douze (french for 12), uno, dos/due, dom, Muse, likes, silk, sold, DMs, solid, kudos, doki, slime, smile, Milo, miko

WHO ? - The Empress / STRENGTH / Herkimer diamond : power wash your energy This person is not what they seem. They may look harsh on the surface but deep down they are as fragile as Quartz. People may only judge them based on their looks and not who they are at there core. They are beautiful without a doubt. Extremely sensual and feminine. Their beauty feels ethereal. They are highly sensitive and spiritual. They could be a healer. The Herkimer diamond card mentions New York's Mohawk Valley where it can be found. So maybe this person is a New Yorker or they would like to travel to New York. With the strength card being related to fire, this person could have important fire placements in their chart (Leo, Sagittarius, Aries). They are powerful and determined. They know what they want and they won't back down no matter what you put them through. Though this person is affected by what people think of them, they would rather die than show it. They could have red hair. Their hair is rather long and straight. They like to wear bracelets. They are connected to the stars. They are grounded and protected by the universe. The Empress is also assiocated with Taurus. They present themselves as a woman. They feel close to their ancestors. It might be that there were warriors in their bloodline. Especially women. Their women ancestors were fierce in battle and they like to take after them and ask for their guidance. I'm feeling a strong connection to witches and shamans.

WHERE ? - 9 of swords / UNDERWORLD / Barite : get answers to your biggest questions. Places this person could be from or have been to at some point are : USA -> Nevada, Misouri, Georgia, Texas / China / India / Morocco / Mexico / Iran / Kazakhstan / Canada / Australia / Thailand / Nigeria / Peru / UK -> Scotland The 9 of swords card shows imagery of a woman lying down in the snow, with mountains in the background. So this person could live in a cold climate country/region. I'm thinking of the Alps, Himalaya, Caucasus, Alaska range. I'm thinking about Sweden, Denmark, Netherlands, Russia, Groenland, Iceland. Any city starting with a U or a B. Furthermore the character on the card has a dress with an important amount of stars on it, which reminded me of the European Union flag. In terms of the meeting, it could be through social media. The underworld card gives me a sense of mystery, of something being hidden. So it could be the dark web for some. Or on a website that keeps things hidden from people (i.e. content available only for subscribers or a private account). Also you could meet them in your dreams before you meet in 3D. Also, the underworld could be a metaphor for rave parties, clubs and so on. They could live or you could meet near an important building or monument.

WHEN ? - XXI The World / NATURE / Labradorite : protect your magic. The labradorite card mentions Aurora Borealis and the sign of Pisces. So Winter could be relevant, as well as the period from mid February to mid March. The number 21 could be relevent. So if we think in terms of dates it could be 02.21 or 03.21. The World speaks of cycles as well as the long term. So it could represent several years in terms of timing. When it comes to zodiac signs, The World is related to fixed signs. So Taurus, Leo, Scorpio and Aquarius season could be relevant as well. Which means that you could meet them between mid April to mid May, mid July to mid August, mid October to mid November or mid January to mid February. The World could also represent a time of your life when you are traveling abroad. Again, the character depicted on the card has a lot of stars in their hair. So I'm thinking of the USA as well as the EU. As she is dressed in red, holds red roses and has horns on her head, I'm also being reminded of Spain. The nature card could talk about a time of your life when you are in the wild, connecting with nature, taking a break from the drama of big city life.

Group 2 - Phone

Letters : T E N N U L N O R I S Significant words/names/signs : tennis, Noris, Noe, Noel, runs, Euro, sun, tenor, soul, norns, nine, tunes, Sonne (Rammstein song), Uriel, notes, nuns, trio, route, routines, Riolu (pokémon name), Loire (region in France), Lorie, LOTR, rise, sonnet, soir (french word for evening), nuit (french for night), riots, Lise, lotus

WHO? - IV The Emporor / Sacred Sexuality / Sapphire : find your tranquil place. This person is very masculine and grounded. They could be a father and/or a leader, a mentor, an entrepreneur. The sign of Aries could be significant. They are incredibly determined and strong. Their sexual drive is high. They pay a lot of attention to their health and appearance. They have a lot of sex appeal. This person could be in the fashion industry or could even be that they get money from people watching their body (selling pictures of them, having access to private erotic content). They could have a bit of a bad temper. Piercings also seem significant. On the sacred sexuality card, there’s a full moon and roses. This tell me this person is a romantic and is more of a night owl. They have an important status. We’re talking about company owners, freelance artists, lawyers, head officers, doctors, headmasters of big schools, politicians and so on.

WHERE? - 6 of swords / MOVEMENT / Garnet : get into your depth. -> places they could be from or have gone to : Czekoslovakia, Kenya, Madagascar, India. The 6 of swords depicts a beautiful woman rowing a boat on a lake. Behind her is a white mountain. In her boat are two herons. So Africa seems significant, particularly Tanzania where Kilimandjaro can be found. I’m also thinking of the Mt Fuji in Japan, in Yamanashi. This person lives near an important body of water. Or you might meet them there. Another thing that is significant is movement. So you could meet them where you’re going on a trip, as you travel or relocate. You could meet them on a boat. Anyplace you want to create something (art, music, writing and so on). When looking at « get into your depth » this gives me the feeling you could meet this person in the 5D before meeting them in person, like through dreams or meditation.

WHEN? Queen of wands and VI The Lovers - DARE TO DREAM - Citrine : manifest your masterpiece. First of all I have to say, when I was shuffling the cards for the WHEN? the bells of the nearby Church started ringing. So this tells me when you're going to Church either for communion or for a wedding. Summer is significant, especially from mid June to mid July. I would even say the month of June is the most significant of the two. When you go after your dreams, you will meet this person. On the DARE TO DREAM card, you can see a diamond trapped in an eagle's claw. For some reasons it reminded me of metal and rock bands, of concerts and big events like the Superbowl. So maybe one of your dreams is to go watch your favorite band/artist live or to go to Hellfest or any big convention that is happening in Summer. If there are any French people here, I'm thinking of the Olympics happening this Summer in Paris. And also the Japan Expo convention. In terms of timing, I’d say in a few months.

Group 3 - Mirror

First of all I want to say my coffee spilled as I did your reading. So either you or this person is super clumsy and/or coffee is significant in your relationship. Letters : E L I C O O E U J I A Y

Words/names/signs : Jay, Jey, Joy, Jolie, Julia, Julie, Jule, July, Lucy, cool, jail, Luc, Loïc, Alice, ciel (French for Sky), clue, juice, école (French for school), eco , CEO, Lucie, Lucia, Cloe

WHO? - XVII The Star / Ancestors / Obsidian : protect your soul. Aquarius comes in strongly for this reading. This person is an introvert. They are often seen as a daydreamer, someone that doesn’t care about earthly life. They look like their head is in the stars. Which, in some way is true. This person connects strongly with the Ethers. Social media seems to be important. They could be an influencer or have a certain amount of followers that they help. Think of tarot readings, raising awareness about certain subjects (mental health, disabilities, menstrual cycle, sexuality and so on). This person could be famous in some type of way or they are going to be at some point in their life. Overall they have a good reputation among their peers. They are valued for their work ethic and their deep insights. They are divinely protected. Family business comes to mind. They care about family a lot, especially the deceased ones. This person would be the type to seek out advice from their ancestors or try to honor them as much as they can. Scorpio is also a sign that seems relevant. I don’t know why but I thought of a surgeon. So maybe they have undergone an important surgery. Or they are very sharp. Because I definitely don’t feel this person is a surgeon. Well it could be, but honestly I feel more the energy of influencers and public speakers, like ambassadors of NGOs and stuff like that. Soft and caring, they feel and look rather feminine. Giving more than receiving. They love animals. They draw a lot of attention just from their presence. I think their aura is pretty strong and vibrant. Connected to nature, especially trees and plants.

WHERE? - 7 of pentacles / movement / Herkimer diamond You could meet at work, as you’re changing jobs or they are. During a break at work while you’re printing/scanning papers. In sacred spaces. New York. Somewhere in a lot of greenery like a park or a farm. As for places they could come from or have been to, we have : Norway, Ukraine, Arizona, China, Afghanistan, Herkimer county. If not these places, there could be farms where this person lives. Also they live in a place where there is a lot of activity, especially work wise. So this makes me think of hot spots like La Défense in Paris where a lot of businesses and political administrations can be found. Other places like that would be : Midtown New York, La City London, Marunouchi Tokyo, The Loop Chicago, Bankenviertel Frankfurt, Zuidas Amsterdam, Gangnam Seoul and so on.

WHEN? - 4 of swords / Death / Aquamarine : Keep your cool. You could meet on the fourth of a month, in April. At a time when you’ve lost your voice or when you are going Hermit mode, when you are sick or when you are mourning a loss. During a period of depression. During Scorpio season. In several weeks. Also it could be when someone or something pushes your buttons but you can’t express your frustration somehow. That could be anything really. Like queueing for registration in a building and someone is trying to take your spot. Or shopping at the mall and a customer is being super rude but since there are children around you can’t fully tell this person what you think of their attitude. Stuff like that.

[spookiesmausoleum]

𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀-𝐙 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭

Remember to specify muse for multi-muse blogs!

A - Affection: How affectionate are they during sex? Is it different with people they're romantically involved with? Can they sleep with people they aren't?

B - Body: Are they into a specific physique? Why or why not? Are they just preferences or complete turn offs?

C - Chatter: Do they like to talk during the act? If so what do they like to talk about? Is it just dirty talk or something different?

D - Dominance: Are they into those types of power dynamics? Or do they like to stick to whose topping and bottoming? If they are into it why? If they aren't why not?

E - Erotica: Do they read or watch it? Does it get them in the mood? Do they create it themselves?

F - Food: Do they believe certain foods can be aphrodisiacs? If so what foods are like that for them? Do they like using food in the bedroom or is it too messy?

G - Group sex: Have they ever tried it? Would they ever want to try it if they haven't? If they don't enjoy it why not?

H - Humiliation: Are they into it? Why or why not? How far will they go? Do they enjoy being de-humanized or is it more being made fun of?

I - Intensity: Do they like intense scenes? Or are they more a slow and take their time kind of person?

J - Jousting: Do they like having more than one object or person inside of them? If so do they prefer toys or just multiple partners? Are they curious about it?

K - Kiss and Tell: Do they talk about their sex life to others? If they do do they go into detail or are they more casual about it? Do they share photos with other people or are those private?

L - Licking: Do they enjoy using their tongue on their partners or is it too gross? If so what are their favorite places to use their tongue?

M - Masturbation: Is it a part of sex for your muse? Or is it something completely different? Do they enjoy watching their partner or being watched?

N - Nope: Do they enjoy orgasm denial or do they want to see how many times they can make their partner cum? Somewhere in-between?

O - Open: Do they enjoy having things in their mouth? If so what are their favorite oral fixations? (fingers, toys, giving oral, etc.)

P - Preference: Does size really matter to your muse? Whether it be for others or toys in general. Do they have a favorite type of toy they like to use? If so is it the same to use on other people?

Q - Quiet: Do they enjoy trying to see how long their partner can last without making a sound? Do they enjoy loud or quiet partners?

R - Risk: Are they into some risky kinks? (breath play, exhibitionism, blood play, etc.) If so what are their favorites? Do they practice them safely?

S - Suspension: Are they into being suspended like on a swing or during rope play? Or if not, what's the highest place they've ever had sex?

T - TMI: Your opportunity to talk about any dirty thing you want to talk about with your muse. Could be kinks they like or just facts.

U - Underwear: Do they enjoy lingerie or dressing up for their partner? Or is it too much of a hassle? Favorite garments to wear? Do they ever go without underwear?

V - Violation: Are there any kinks your muse flat out won't do or even people they know? Are bringing them up enough to turn your muse away from a potential partner for good? Any pet names get them like that?

W - Water: Do they enjoy shower sex or anywhere else that's wet like a pool or hot tub? Is it too awkward?

X - X Ray: What's going on under your muse's clothes? Do they have any special scars or places they like to be touched or avoided? Describe their physique and anything else you'd like to expand on.

Y - Yes: Do they have any specific turn ons? Things that will automatically make your muse say yes to sleeping with someone else. If not what are some other things that get them in a more romantic mood? Lighting? Dinner?

Z - Zones: Favorite places they like to be touched? Are some less obvious than others? Any places they absolutely hate being touched?

[insomniakisses]

Could you write about how aemond would act if he found out that the person he's been sneaking around with got pregnant

Pleasant Surprises

Character: Aemond Targaryen (HOTD)

Reader type: g/n, AFAB

Warnings/notes: swear words, mentions of sex, hinted sex, pregnancy, aegon being an ass, your rhaenyras daughter u can choose adopted or not.

Taglist: @introverbatim, @neobanguniverse,

Part 2

The obnoxious sound of Aegon’s drunken cheering and stumbling disrupted the prince from his late night reading. Rolling his eye he went in search of his brother hoping to spare a maid or two from him.

Opening the door of his chambers he was met with a very disgruntled Alicent trying and failing to get Aegon to bed. Seeing the pleading look on his mother’s face he nods grabbing his brothers arm and helping drag him away.

“Its.. amazing… news… tru-ly won…derful” his brother snickers.

Confused, Aemond takes a look to his mother who seems disinterested rolling her eyes and shaking her head in response to her eldest sons mutterings.

“What is wonderful, dear brother?” He forces out, attempting niceties hoping it will help in his brother granting him an answer.

“Y/N, our dearest older sisters slut of a daughter,” Aegon snarks out, smirking when his mother inhales sharply and he feels a low rumble get stuck in his brother’s throat. “She’s pregnant, I heard her discussing it with the maesters. “

Aemond’s body freezes his mind going straight to the countless nights he had spent in your chambers, the night when it seemed the only comfort he could find was in you. And how a few weeks ago that meeting turned into something a little more intimate. Both of you needing a little more comfort, something more. He found himself flushing at the thought.

——————— T H A T N I G H T ———————

“I can practically hear you thinking” he muses, turning the page of the book in his hand.

He was not expecting the pillow that made contact with his face a moment later. A shocked chuckle escaping he grasped the pillow making an effort to move slow as he git closer and closer to where you sat on the bed. Enjoying the stifled giggles you let out in response.

He knew how easily he could spook you waiting for you to get used to his slow movements then in a swift motion he had pounced playfully hitting ur face with the pillow. Relaxing in the happy laughter you release.

“My prince! How unbecoming of you to attack a lady!” You remark at him he smirks and rolls his eyes as he pauses his assault for you both to catch your breaths.

Only now does he realise how close you are, his body pining yours down softly noses almost touching. A blush escapes on his face, matching yours that he had failed to realise.

“My lady…” he trails off feeling your hands undo his jacket, pushing it off of his shoulders. “Y/N, if you don’t stop-“ you don’t let him finish pulling him closer by his belt.

He lets out a deep groan, reaching down to unbuckle his pants and reaching to pull your night dress up and out of the way.

“Your sure?” He asks almost unsure that you really want to be with him in such way but you simply nod pulling him into a soft kiss as he lines himself up pushing into you softly.

———— E N D O F F L A S H B A C K ————

“Mother, arrange a meeting with my father the king and Princess Rhaenyra” he rushes out, dropping his brother without a care as he runs off to your chambers.

Entering without knocking freezing when he sees your mother and daemon talking to you. The former confused at his rude entry and the later with his hand on his sword ready to escort him out.

But he stands there frozen looking at you in a way he has never seen before, politely he nods his head at your mother and step father informing them there is a meeting with the king and queen consort. He steps to the side to let them leave.

The second he hears the door shut he moves yo you wrapping his arms around you and nosing at your head.

“Aemond!” You exclaim, “what are you doing?”

“Is it true? Are you with child, my child?” He asks his eye full of hope causing your gaze to soften as you nod softly. Smiling when he falls to his knees kissing your clothed stomach.

“Marry me.” Its more of a demand than a question, while you know he’d never make you do so you also know that you haven’t a choice in the matter really. Your heart swells at the idea of marrying the man you love. Your mind forgetting just how much your families dislike each other even if just for a moment.

Part 2? 👀

7/5/23 - part 2 coming soon!

[alexa-fika]

Would you be up for writing an oneshot with abandoned baby Dokucha being found by the Cross Guild? Croco and Buggy would probably not care too much at the beginning but quickly warm up to them. Mihawk is the doting and responsible daddy. Croco would love to have the little one on his lap when “disciplining” people, especially Buggy, like “how should daddy Buggy be punished today for screwing up again?” before releasing the Bananawanis. Would totally give them a baby Bananawani, who greatly dislikes Buggy. Dokucha would copy Mihawks behaviour and way of being, Mihawk is sitting on the table having breakfast and reading the newspaper, so will they. Buggy is the one funny daddy and who gets them in trouble and doesn’t think much if it’s safe for Dokucha, like taking them to a heist or so. Imagine how darn cute this would be and the three taking care of them!! 😭🥰

Baby’s Judgement ( Crocodile x gn!child!reader! X Mihawk)

A/N Here we go!!! I always day that :/ always be saying im back but then I disappear for two weeks only to repeat🫣 Listen! Time just escaped me din’t even noticed it had been that long, plan was to do in the plane but I just kind a spent the hours staring into nothingness instead. Anyhow, not sure how to feel about this one so let me know what you think. But also do note that this Dokucha got raised by these mean since they were a baby so as such they share the same morally questionable morals the men have.

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics and @/drinkthesky

“Croki, where we goin’?” The small toddler wondered as they tried to keep up with the man’s long strides.

“I have something to show you,” he huffed out, pausing slightly so the child could catch up to him. 

“in the arium?”

“Aquarium,” he scoffed out.

“Arium?”

He let out a sigh, picking them up a 

“K,” he sounded, looking at the child.

“K!” 

“Kwe” 

“Kwe,” they parroted

“Aquarium” he finished.

“Arium!” They stated, seemingly proud of their ‘accomplishment.’ 

“You’re hopeless.”

“‘M’ not!”

“Perhaps I should just feed you to the bananawani,” Crocodile mused, a smirk growing on his face as he did

“No!” They cried, hugging his neck tight

“Yes, I’m sure they would enjoy eating a brat for dinner.” 

“Wah!! You’re mean!”

“Kuahaha! That’s how the world works, kid,” he laughed, making his way into the underground layer he had built to keep the giant beasts and any unfortunate soul that he and his associate decided to ‘spare’ from a swift death.

“Relax, those bastards wouldn’t do anything to you even if I told them to; they like you,” he called out once his chuckles had died down as he made his way into the shallow area of the aquarium, eventually giving rise to a section littered with sand and illuminated by a skylight place above the area.

The place allowed the huge reptiles to laze around on dry land if they so wanted to, the sand warmed by the sun above a welcome feeling to the crocodiles.

For the following months, however, this place was far from just a place for them to have their daily dose of vitamin D. Instead, it became a highly coveted place, one that the workers were not able to bypass for their usual duties as the bananawani became incredibly devoted to the care of their very own treasure that they were zealous to, thus the small layer although normally occupied by a few of Crocodile’s most trusted subordinates now lay close to empty.

However, the beasts were willing to make a few exceptions to their no-trespassing rule. The first one was the man himself, not only because Crocodile was the one who offered the crocs all the care they needed but also because the man had a new addition to himself as of late.

“Babies!” Dokucha exclaimed happily, running towards said hatchlings with glee.

It turns out that due to Crocodile establishing his dominance over the reptiles from the beginning, they had not only considered the man an extension of themselves but a superior of sorts. As such, the bananawani never reacted aggressively to his presence, this and the fact that Dokucha now lingered next to him, after all, he was in the same position as them: taking care of a young one.

“Croki, look! They have babies!”

“I know, it’s their mating season,” he mumbled as he placed one of his usual cigars in his mouth, looking as the child prattled on to one of the hatchling’s parents about the babies that littered the area.

“Croki” they called, gaining the attention of the man from the lighter on his hand back to the child as they let out a grunt in response, his eyes not leaving the task of igniting the cigar. 

“Look!”

Satisfied with the spark leaving the cigar and it’s signature cloud of smoke following, he moved his full attention to the toddler, watching as they hauled up a hatchling.

“They didn’t have a mommy or daddy.”

Crocodile let out a hum at their words.

“That one’s parents died a while ago, a sea beast if I remember right”

“Died?”

“Yes.”

“Who will take care of it?” they frowned, hugging them close, letting out tiny giggles as the Crocodile began giving them small nips.

“Just take it with you; I don’t really care,” he dismissed as he turned around, heading to the large table that decorated the center of the room.

Dokucha grinned looking down at the reptile in his hands with a grin.

“I take care of Baby!” they yelled, spinning the wani around with joy, skidding to a stop at the sound of muffled cries.

“Oi, Brat, come here” he called.

“I’m comin!” they cheered, running towards him with the Bananawani held snuggly in their arms as they climbed into the ex-warlords lap.

“You see that man?” he questioned as he gestured to one of the nearby cells.

“Man?” they mimicked, looking up towards the cell, spotting the source of the cries they had heard coming from a man in one of the otherwise empty cells, his cries muffled by a cloth tied around his head.

“Yes, see, the guy thought it would be a good idea to try and sell us out to the Marines,” he mumbled, a dark smirk growing on his face as he whispered the words to the child, ensuring that his voice remained loud enough for the terrified man to hear.

“What should I do with him?”

“Do with him?”

“Yes, should I feed him to the bananaWanis?” he suggested, his smirk widening at the rise in cries coming from the cells at the suggestion.

“No!” they protested with a pout looking up at Crocodile, much to the relief of the defected pirate.

“That would give the Wani’s a tummy ache!”

“Is that so? What should I do then?”

Dokucha shrugged, playing with the baby bananawani on their lap with a smile.

“Sand?”

The man’s relief previous relief at the thought of being spared dissipated into terror at the pirate’s following words

“Ah, that’s right. You said you wanted more sand for your sandbox, right?’”

“Mmhm”

“Well then, looks like your fates decided,” Crocodile cackled as he activated his devil-fruit

“Kai!”

“There you are; I was looking for you, “Mihawk called, watching them run into the room he sat on, gingerly placing the wine on a nearby table to accept the child jumping towards him.

“What were you doing?” he questioned, positioning them in this lap so he could balance both them and his glass of wine.

“Croki was turning a mean man into sand!” they piped up, raising what looked to be a small sippy cup in excitement.

“Ah. so he finally got rid of that pest,” he stated

“Yeah, and look!” they yelled, pulling out a small satchel from their side and grinning as the bananwani promptly jumped out as soon as they opened the satchel, letting out small chirps as they climbed into their lap.

“I have a baby!”

“Please do tell me why that is a good idea,” Mihawk called, looking over the child’s shoulders.

“I see no harm in them taking care of it; he can watch out for the brat, they can be nasty things even as hatchlings” Crocodile’s voice rings out as he enters the room, taking his place next to MIhawk.

“Besides, they seem to hate the clown as well, and he has been getting too comfortable around the brat lately,” he grunted.

The swordsman lets out a thoughtful hum at the word, seemingly mulling over the idea the devil user had given.

“I doubt a hatchling will be enough to stop that fool from trying to take them away; some lessons just need to be taught personally,” he called, taking a sip from his drink. He raised an eyebrow as the child next to them seemed to imitate his hand’s placement with their own cup.

He gave a small roll of his eyes as he put the wine down as he stood up, picking up the child who was quick to drop his cup in favor of grabbing the bananawani as they were lifted.

“Regardless, it is time for the child to go to bed, so I bid you farewell, for now; I trust I can leave the clown to you?” Mihawk called, looking at Crocodile

“I will,” he easily answered as he let a wisp of smoke escape him.

“If you want to join, you should hurry; I’m not sure he will be conscious if you take too long.”

“Very well,” he called as he walked away.

“But Kai! I’m not tired!” They whined, trying to get out of the man’s grasp

“Enough,” He sternly admonished

I don’t even know how to label the fic as cause it can’t be cross guild cause buggy is only mentioned but im not sure it really is equally crocodile and Mihawk, I think it’s more Crocodile centered 🤷🏽‍♀️ Also in case theres any confusion the Kai nickname comes from hawkeye, a two year old would hardly pronounce that so its the last vowels that sound the HawKEYE = Kai :D aint that cute?

Taglist:

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Weak Ankles (Zoro x Reader)

A/N: One big helping of Zoro x Reader fluff, full of pining with a healthy dose of yearning. Somewhat inspired by that scene in Hercules, because it just felt too perfect for Zoro <3 xx

**

Zoro has never encountered a fight he can't muscle his way out of.

Having recessed into the corner booth of some podunk tavern while armed with nothing but a dangerously low bottle of sake and a healthy dose of self-imposed misery, however, he feels his chances of winning this particular battle dwindle by the minute.

As his swig bleeds the bottle dry, Zoro groans and drags his hand over his face. He succumbs to his desire to wallow.

Hell or high water, right?

Zoro has never encountered a fight he can't muscle his way out of, but the swordsman has never charged head-first into mushy feelings either.

Perhaps that's why he's seeking refuge back on the Going Merry as the sounds of the party rattle on the breeze behind him, trailing him, like a specter.

Zoro grimaces.

Kunia had once explained sword fighting as a language, and the idea has stuck with Zoro ever since. Sparring matches had turned into spelling bees, each hit earning a vowel or letter.

The first one with enough hits to spell out f-u-c-k-y-o-u was always the winner.

Zoro knows the language of fighting well.

There is no training to be had for situations like these...situations that call for finesse with words that can't be spoken with the hilt of a blade.

The ocean is deep and dark with evening and yet Zoro's eyes are glued to the depths, willing divine intervention to give him a direction.

He gives the railing a small shake, mock-pretending the water is like one of those fortune-teller spheres. No reply but his own reflection.

Outcome is unlikely.

A stirring on the deck catches his attention, hand moving to his hilt as he stiffens.

A soft voice breaks through the night.

"Hello."

...

"Hey."

**

Zoro's eyes zoned in on a figure through the sake's warped glass, the sight impossible to miss even from his hiding place. Zoro's lip had quirked up, though he'll never admit it - another small defeat at the hands of his unsuspecting foe.

Who could ever miss a sight such as you?

No, there was absolutely no way a soul in the taverna could miss the sight of you - your feet planted firmly on a tabletop with your head thrown back in glee. You're a whirlwind of whipping hair and skirts as a maritime shanty pours from your throat. Grog splashes from the stien in your grip, ale sloshing and spraying like the ocean you merrily sing of. The whole of the island seems to be singing with you, the tavern bursting with music and laughter as patrons slur out the words to the refrain.

When Luffy argued that pirating wouldn't be complete without a bard to chronicle the legendary adventures of the Going Merry, Zoro had staunchly opposed the idea. What good would a bard be in battle? What navigation skills, if anything?

Someone can't sing their way to victory.

As Zoro sat mesmerized, he began to think he was very, very wrong.

This is true power, Zoro mused from his place of solitude, Swaying complete strangers with nothing but the sound of your voice.

When he realized he'd been grinning like a fool, Zoro swallowed.

He was desperately losing this uphill battle.

**

The deck of the ship suddenly seems miles long.

Zoro can make out your reddened cheeks in the darkness, alight with the warm glow of youth as a sweet smile settles on your lips.

"You left."

Zoro's heart clenches at the simplicity of your words. He doesn't move.

"Yeah, I did."

Undeterred, you begin to move towards him. It's stumbly, though the sound of your soft chuckle lets him know you're aware of how foolish you seem. He watches as you make your way towards him, your eyes never leaving his face.

A homing beacon.

"I was wondering where you'd gone,"

"Hm?"

"I was saving a dance for you, Zo."

Your voice is quiet. Zoro's blood runs cold.

You had sought him out - he imagines your eyes twinkling, hair wild and free falling all around you like a halo as you reached for him from your makeshift stage only to find him gone.

To punctuate your confession, your feet seem to shuffle in a dance much too elegant for having been stomping on tables and slamming down ale, and yet here you are - light as a feather in the midsummer breeze.

The bouncing of your body keeps in rhythmic time with the gentle crash of the waves, and realization crosses the swordsman's face.

You're not dancing. You're moving through the seogi he has taught you during training.

Zoro's heart swells, a breath of a laugh passing through his lips.

"That's some fancy footwork, twinkle toes."

As if his words jinxed you, your foot catches hold of a divot in the planks. Zoro's reflexes are quick, securing you to his chest as you squeak out a yelp - an arm around your waist and the other on your forearm without so much as a thought.

A bashful smile blooms on your blushing face, cheeks dusted pink from the alcohol and the proximity of your bodies. You try to stand, pressing your forehead to his.

"Hmm..." You chuckle, closing your eyes tight. You bunch up Zoro's tunic in your fingers.

He wonders if you can feel his skin on fire beneath the flimsy fabric.

He holds his breath.

"Weak ankles."

The thick summer air is sucked from Zoro's lungs. You're near catlike in the way you seem to curl into him, nestling closer and closer...

Before the moment settles too deep, you're speaking again.

"Oh! That reminds me of a story...!"

"Haven't you told enough stories tonight?"

Although he teases, Zoro doesn't mean it. No. Not when the sky is clear and bright and your body is pressed so tightly to his and your eyes seem to glitter as they peer into his own.

As you playfully swat his chest and snort out a laugh, Zoro silently vows to spend a lifetime listening to your tales.

"N-No! No," You insist, "This is my last one - promise! Telling stories is my job anyway~!"

No one is around to hear the giggles from the two of you or to see the way Zoro's smile hangs lopsided, or to catch the slight flex of his fingers as he pulls you even closer.

"Well then," He gently butts your forehead with his,

"Go on."

You begin to weave a tale of a brave young soldier, born with great skill and undefeated in battle. You tell Zoro the hero reminds you of him. He stumbles out a "thank you".

You say that the "great soldier" had lived in disguise as a young woman, sparking a short, teasing aside about how he would make a lovely woman (which Zoro vehemently denied).

You speak of a great battle and your gaze is far away, your fingers tracing patterns along Zoro's chest, every tug and pull of the fabric between your fingers tightening the hold on his heartstrings.

You explain how the soldier's mother had dipped him in a river but forgot the heel, and in his final battle was struck down in the very same spot. You make a quip about everyone having their very own "heel" in life before proclaiming that the tale is very romantic and sad.

Your arms slide up and around his neck, fingers finding their way into his hair.

Zoro's jaw clenches. Your eyes fall to his lips.

There is no wind, no waves. The entire world seems to have stopped breathing in anticipation.

Zoro's mind desperately searches for anything from his training to tether himself to at this moment, foggy from the way your breath tickles his face and the blood pounds in his ears.

In an instant, he makes a move.

"Your...your ankle."

He drops to his knee, breaking all contact.

Your breathing shutters, arms wrapping around yourself in comfort.

Zoro is glad it is dark.

He takes in the delicate slope of your ankle in his hand, pulling the bandana from his head to prep a makeshift brace for your sprain.

You sit in silence as he works, though his mind is far from quiet.

Zoro cannot afford to have soft spots like weak ankles. All of his training will be wasted.

No.

Zoro cannot afford to admit that he's in love with you. Not to you, not even to himself.

Your hand gently raking through his hair pulls Zoro from his stupor, eyes snapping up to meet yours.

"My hero," You hum, "Zoro..."

He can see himself reflected in your irises.

Your hand moves to caress his face.

It never happens.

Zoro grabs your wrist before you can even blink, gaze downcast, and grip uncomfortably tight.

"We should get you to bed."

**

Zoro hasn't slept in three days.

You've been avoiding him for three days.

Zoro doesn't blame you, though - he knows that he embarrassed you a few nights ago. Nami makes sure he knows just how badly he fucked up as well, throwing glares in his direction and spitting venom his way...

How could you do that to her?

Don't you realize how much she cares for you?

Have you transported all of your brains into your muscles, asshole?!

The Going Merry was certainly a far cry from merry.

Luffy was the only crewmate who entertained the idea of sparring with Zoro without an alternative motivation to beat the shit out of him for what he's done.

As Zoro countered Luffy's hook, the sound of your laughter floated through the air.

In a moment of weakness, he allowed himself to look.

You were seated as Chopper entertained you with his dance moves, clapping encouragement and cooing praises. The smile on your face made Zoro's chest grow tight.

Luffy had taken the opportunity to pounce in Zoro's distraction, sweeping the swordsman's leg clean out from underneath him.

"Ha HA! Gotcha! Victory!"

Nami whoops from down below, and Zoro mutters a curse.

"What happened there, Zoro?"

Luffy's voice is far away as Zoro thinks back to fighting lessons with you. He had taken Kunia's advice, using his sword to speak the words he could not. Every tap, every jab, each little correction of your form follows the sparring language he had made up as a child.

Every time, he finds ways to spell out i-l-o-v-e-y-o-u.

Zoro had promised to teach you how to fight for selfish reasons. He can't afford to let his weaknesses show, but helping you grow strong enough to protect yourself...that will have to be enough. Even if you can't see it that way.

Zoro sucks his teeth, giving his head a shake as he accepts Luffy's help up.

"Tch - weak ankles..."

[sevikasslut4life]

haaii!! love love love ur writing!!!! ♡ do you think you could do something with a blitzø x insecure reader/s/o? maybe the reader works at IMP and blitzø finally sees that they don't think highly of themselves

Blitzø with a insecure s/o

A/N: OMG MY FIRST HB FIC!! also I didn't know whether to do hcs or a one shot, so I did hcs if it's ok!! Hope you enjoy!! also the song might be a bit off topic but I was listening to it while writing 😭

song to listen to while reading:

❣ at first when you joined the IMP, he was (surprisingly) excited, he obviously needed more than Moxxie and Millie there!

❣ when he realized you felt insecure, he was actually shocked. YOU!? Of all people insecure!? Why? Youre so badass!

❣ "look, babe. You're so fucking badass, your cooler than me- well I wouldn't go THAT far but yk what I mean, right sweetie pie?"

❣ anyone, and I mean ANYONE who talks shit about you, yup their fucking dead!

❣ Moxxie and Millie def hype you up along with Blitzø when you k!ll someone

❣ Blitzø will definitely make/buy you your own special gun

❣ if you want someone dead, or just any favor? He's on it! Need a ride? He's on his way!

❣ if some days you feel extremely bad about your work, you and him will take the day off and spend it at home relaxing

❣ will definitely teach you if you ask him too! He loves (hates) teaching! (Your his only exception)

❣ overall he's a very protective, caring boyfriend who only wants the best for his s/o!

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Resident Evil Village Masterlist

Note: I don't write for Resident Lover. I love the game to death, but I can't really see myself writing for it specifically (mainly because I can't capture their characters properly).

Dimitrescu Sisters

Shielded (2k) After you protect them from an intruder bringing them harm, the daughters of Dimitrescu are eternally grateful.

Headcanons (4.37k) General and romantic headcanons for the Dimitrescu Sisters.

Bela Dimitrescu

Shielded Dedication (5.1k) After you saved her from Ethan, she finds herself craving your warmth and touch.

Patient (10k) You've caught her eye for so long, but she isn't sure how to confess the way she feels. After an attempt to admit her feelings to you goes wrong, her sisters jump in to help.

WIP - Servant of the Fly (?k) You've been Bela's personal maid for a while, and you've both grown close. Ultimately, Bela decides she has to act on her feelings, and she invites you out into the gardens.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Shielded Tranquility (5.07k) After recovering form you saving her from Ethan, even while trying to keep up her facade, she's desperate to hold you close again.

Only for You (4.4k) Contrary to how she acts around the staff at the castle, Cassandra has an obvious soft spot for you, which she makes even more clear when she invites you to the ballroom one day.

WIP - Defense of a Predator (?k) Cassandra is feared by everyone who serves her family, all except you. Whether you're aware of it or not, you're protected by the mere mention of what Cassandra will do if you're hurt.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Shielded Devotion (5.01k) Seeing you save her from Ethan weeks before brought a new craving to Daniela, and she intends to show you just how badly she needs to be in your arms again.

Pay Attention (7.05k) She tries to hid it well, but sometimes Daniela can't help but feel like a burden to her family. Thankfully, after meeting you, she has someone to turn to for anything and everything.

WIP - Search for Her Scent (?k) Daniela is only able to be calmed by your scent. Anytime she feels herself growing anxious or upset, you'll find her by your side in an instant.

Donna Beneviento

Warmth (826) Against the routine she had followed for years, Donna chooses to stay in and take the day off upon feeling the warmth you provide.

Requited Love (3.9k) Donna is afraid to confess to you, terrified of rejection, so she resorts to asking her nieces for help.

Muse (2.4k) As an artist, you often have to find a muse to stay motivated. Thankfully, after moving in with Donna, you've found one. Still, you're too uneasy of your skill to show her, although Angie intends to take a peek anyway.

Attached (7.29k) Donna gradually manages to get used to how affectionate you can be. So much so that she starts to initiate forms of affection herself.

Rosemary Winters

Outcasted Safeguard (2.24k) Rose is generally isolated outside of training, but because of this, it's hard for her to be reasonable about standing up for the one person she's grown attached to.

Admission (3.17k) Rose has grown to like you, though she keeps her feelings hidden, convinced that you wouldn't feel the same way. Her worries are relieved when you sit her down for a talk.

Enamored (640) After being isolated for the majority of her life, it's a breath of fresh air for Rose when she finally has someone she can talk to about whatever may be on her mind. And while she enjoys chatting away about everything, she loves to listen to you speak about anything at all, often finding herself enamored in every little thing about you.

Headcanons (1.87k) General and romantic headcanons for Rose with a female S/O.

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Doᥴtor's Assιstᥲᥒt

Summary: The Doctor needs an extra hand perfecting a new aphrodisiac.

...Well, you wont be using your hands, but that's besides the point

𓆩⟡𓆪 Pairing: Fem!Reader x Geb(Yunho)

𓆩⟡𓆪Genres/Aus: Against the Tide Verse (its an Au in an AU-), Non Idolverse, Smut

𓆩⟡𓆪Tws: Swearing

𓆩⟡𓆪Sws: (Everything is Safe, Sane, and Consensual), Consentacle Tentacles (Vines), Bondage, Fingering, Consensual Sexual Experimentation, Aphrodisiac Use, Fingering, Objectification

𓆩⟡𓆪Rating: Explicit/Mature (18+)

𓆩⟡𓆪WC: 800+

𓆩⟡𓆪A/n: For any of my non AtTiny who want to know who Geb is and how he’s tied to Yunho…idk maybe read a bombastic in progress work of art that explains it all cough cough.

This was a popcorn commission from the lovely @atiny-dazzlinglight that I finished a bit ago but life happened and I didn’t post it till now. Sorry for the hold up and I hope you and all my AtTiny can enjoy~

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“F-fuck, oh my God-”

“My, that’s an interesting reaction.” 

Had it had been any other day, you might have been able to conjure up a bratty response. Instead, you look up through the tears blurring your vision, lips quivering as you angle your head up for a kiss. 

“I see the purple one has a stronger effect on you than the red one from earlier did. Poor thing, you look like you’ll melt right out of my lap if I weren’t holding onto you.” Geb mused, his vines writhing along your skin, pulling and tugging you close to his chest as he angled his head down. 

You whimper, a sliver of pink slipping past your parted lips as you lick at his own, successfully enticing him to kiss you. 

“More.” You beg as large hands find their home on your waist, caressing and mapping out every curve, tracing every stretch mark, all while stunning ice-colored eyes remain fixed on your face. 

“I wonder what would happen if we mixed them. The warmth of the Flame Lily mixing with the stimulant enhancement in the Clivia-”He went off mumbling under his breath, humming as he wrapped his arms around you, idly rubbing your clit in circles as he talked himself through formulas for more nectar combinations. 

He was off in his own world, truly and completely, and it made goosebumps rise on your skin to both be doted on, and spoiled, but also to feel like you were just another object in the room as the good doctor‘s fingers pinched and rolled your clit idly. 

“Please-”

“Mm, maybe if I increase the dose by a few grams, it’ll last a bit longer, I don’t like how easily the other dose wore off.” He mused, resting his chin on your shoulder. You squirm, clenching on nothing, legs twitching in his vines. He didn’t say a word to you, muttering in English and another language you didn’t understand, sorting through his thoughts. 

You open your mouth to whine again, but a gasp of surprise tumbles through instead. His hand had worked its way lower as he distracted himself-and apparently you-with his mutters. Warm, slightly calloused fingers curl over your thigh, massaging for a moment, before working between your lower lips. 

You jolt the moment he touches you. It seemed the purple concoction he’d given you minutes ago had left you much more sensitive than you’d expected. 

The vines twitch and contrast around you, tightening and keeping your legs spread as those long fingers push into you, and you’re flustered by the way his attention snapped into focus at the whorish moan the action drew from your lips. 

“O h~ It seems like I found the perfect mix, did I?” He purred, kissing up the base of your neck and smiling as he worked those fingers in and out of you, scissoring them apart as you arch your back. 

You’re almost embarrassed at how wet you are, arching your back and gasping pathetically as he curled his fingers up. 

“My, this is wonderful news. I believe I’ve found the perfect balance for this.” His voice rumbles through your head, and it's now that you realize his fingers were coated in the aphrodisiac he’d been muttering out. You shakily glance down, cheeks flushed as the pretty liquid falls to the floor at his feet as you remain held up by the vines, joining droplets of your essence onto the floor. 

Your eyes flutter as you clench around his fingers. Goosebumps rise on your skin as he alternated between thrusting his fingers in with deep, near methodical motions, curling and searching for that delightful spot, and quick, off-beat thrusts. 

“Geb~ G-geb fuck, yes yes yes nn-” its now you realize you’re drooling, your arms being pulled behind your back by his vines as a slow, deceptively calm smile stretched across his face. 

“You can make a mess. We’re only just getting started.” He promised, kissing you and pushing more of the sweet-tasting nectar onto your tongue through it. You feel your body jerk and tighten, kissing him sloppily as you make a mess of his fingers, hand, and the floor. 

His eyes slowly drift down to the puddle that’s left behind before he ran his hand over the top of your head, kissing the tears that had fallen from the corner of your eye away. 

“Are you still alright, my love?” He rumbled, his gentle voice bouncing around in your head. You nod, body buzzing in delight as you look at him, whining in offense when he pulled those long fingers out of you. 

“No-”

“-ah ah.” He quiets you, holding your gaze as he ran his tongue over the mixture of nectar and cum on his fingers. 

“Like I said. We’re only j u s t getting started. Catch your breath. I still have many more to try with you.”

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NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Having a smoke. His (usual smaller, both f and m) partner laying on top of him. Pillow talk - sometimes he opens up about things he'd never speak about under other circumstances.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He fancies his beard a lot. He also knows exactly what he's doing by wearing his shirts unbuttoned. He has a weakness for pretty eyes, especially when they resemble Becca's eyes. Keeping that to himself and sometimes even getting angry about it out of nowhere tends to leave his partner irritated as a logical consequence.

C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum)

Prefers cumming inside. He is skilled with his fingers, so he'd lend a hand helping his partner cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

As a teenager/young adult he preferred women quite a bit older than him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows well what he's doing. He's in his late fortys and likely has lots of experience (in the show he states that he already fucked someone as a lad. It's also implied that he was liberate with hook-ups in the past).

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Due to his dominant nature doggy comes natural to him. He thinks missionary is very much underrated, too. (Continuing a heated argument while fucking?!)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not goofy during sex. He's an animal who devours someone alive.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has dark, thick hair (head, face, arms, chest, legs and pubic hair) with overall moderate hairgrowth. It's all natural, he doesn't shave or trim anything. His beard is slowly turning grey by now.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Don't expect him to be sweet in any ways. It can happen accidentially, like once in a blue moon.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off to self regulate. This man has some serious anger issues. But most of the times he just does it for the pleasure.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Being called Daddy in a sexual situation gets him rock hard immediately.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He actually likes a bed the most. Which doesn't mean he can't fuck literally anywhere.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It really doesn't need much to get him going. Being blunt about it ("wanna fuck?") will bring good results.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn't let anyone penetrate his asshole.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving and receiving is equally fine.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's rough and his thrusting gets faster right before cumming.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He'd be like "yeah, whatever". Neither despises nor favors quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's quite vanilla to be honest. Which is everything but boring in his opinion. He'll likely won't engage in bondage, roleplay, excessive spanking, whipping, choking and similar practices.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He is in very good shape and has more stamina than some men twenty years younger than him. He usually has good control over his orgasm. Occasionally he cums early out of pure egoism.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't hate toys but is convinced he can do better. He also wouldn't like to have them used on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He gets impatient when he's being teased and it's getting dragged out too much.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's loud. Curses, grunts, moans, growls. Will unmistakably let his partner know when he's close.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He won't pull out early. He just won't do it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Has a massive girth and makes good use of it. 6½ inches in length when having an erection.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has an average to high sex drive. He was more active and chronically horny as a young man.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He can fall asleep quickly after finishing but it depends on his mood and whether he's got good rest the night before or not.

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[pursuitseternal]

𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓱𝓵𝓲𝓪 𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦 𝓐𝓵𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓽🗡️🐦‍⬛

🎨 by her co-parent @marimosalad

NSFW Alphabet

Thanks for the tags @bardic-inspo and @nyx-knox ❤️❤️

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@marimosalad and I both collaborated on our answers 🤭

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

They stay dirty for a while… lots of licking each other clean 😉😏

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Cordy— his eyes. AA—her hair… her tits… and her thighs that could crush his skull

C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum)

Inside. Always.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

As Elves in the Yuirwood, once they started physical intimacy, they couldn’t stop. They were relentless in sneaking off to explore each other in the woods… or their homes, sneaking in and out at night. Secretly, the first oral sex Astarion received was in his parents’ receiving hall… in his father’s throne. 😏

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

As young elves, they were each other’s ’firsts:’ kiss, hand job, oral, penetration… Once Astarion left for his studies and ‘died,’ Cordehlia took no other lovers, turning her love/lust for her betrothed into just war forged bloodlust.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything face to face.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Intense, but that’s not to say humorless. They tease and call pet names and taunt to control orgasms… but they also have known each other for centuries. The smallest thing from their childhood memories might make them dissolve into giggles. (And Astarion’s laugh is definitely higher pitched!)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

As two High Elves, neither of them have body hair. Astarion cares way more about his head of hair than she does. Cordehlia would rather chop it off for battle… but Astarion loves it long, so she brushes it and braids it for him. The longer it is, the easier it is for him to yank when they get… playful.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As Elves, they were intense… as Vampires they are feral. They love to feel each other’s sensations through their mind bond. Having been together for decades before, they know one another’s bodies by heart

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

So, in “Our Blood” canonically, Astarion jacks off to a poster of Cordehlia, not realizing it’s her due to his memory loss. For Cordehlia, it was all she had until the “Tiefling Party”

Astarion jacking off to Cordehlia bathing in the river is teeeeeechnically why they got engaged. Whether Astarion meant to get caught is a different question!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

They switch Dom/sub, especially in private. Outwardly, Cordehlia is fiercely loyal, protective, and mostly submissive. In private or in front of those that are closest to them, she calls him out on all his bullshit, taunts him, calls him names… and he likes it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere, any surface. But they feel the most fulfilled doing it in the forest under the stars. Like their first time.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

They each have “The Look” ™. That one that they flash to the other in public or private and it’s fucking within minutes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Pet play. They will wear a collar, but only for a while and only as a toy. They share power too equally and take turns being the dominant too much for actual pet play.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Yes. Anytime. All the time. Anywhere.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the mood or situation leading into the intimacy. Also on the amount of blood one or the other or both consumed.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They love impulsive sex. Astarion is a little bit better about keeping things discreet. When she’s in a particular mood, she’ll make it no secret that she wants Astarion right there, right now

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Sometimes. Both of their past traumas haunt them from time to time (Astarion’s sexual trauma, and Cordy’s trauma of seeing Astarion with someone else) so they are still guarded in some ways; for now, they are mostly content with doing things they know they love.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

With their combined Vampiric strength, they can basically keep going forever until they get bored. Just two vampires doing vampire things.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not really, their fangs and fingers and sexes are good almost all the time. They’ve been known to experiment a little with a well timed Mage Hand or an Enlarge spell.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing has been their love language since they were kids. They are just really immature together and they bring that energy to bed

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

They can be really fucking loud together. Like a competition. She likes to make noises to spur him on. They are no longer two little elves sneaking in the forest get laid. As full vampires, during their more feral couplings, she grunts and growls until she gets her way.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Astarion loves being the one to take her out of her armor. He spoils her by buying new armor and weapons every chance he gets. He has them all engraved with ravens and feathers; little elvish phrases woven in the details. But when she’s back from fighting, he’s the one that removes her armor piece by piece and worships her for the fierce warrior queen she is.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Slender and elegant as a High Elf, but she got a rounded butt. Muscular and curvy, and big tits, but they’re usually wrapped really tight under her armor so you don’t see how curvy she actually is until she takes everything off.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Since reconnecting with Astarion – off the charts. Her lust and bloodlust are basically interchangeable.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She doesn’t. She’ll take a short break, then get up to go polish her blades in the middle of the night, or take a solitary bath to freshen up. Then she’ll go back into bed to cuddle for a bit, trance for 20 minutes, and be good to go for the next day

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hii could you do like a fluff alphabet for khabib and islam please? <33

Yesss

What they adore about you

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: fluff

Khabib

A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: Your face when it lights up when you talk about the things that makes you happy, he loves to see that twinkle in your eyes.

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: you’re beautiful eyes, they tell everything about you. How you feel, what you’re thinking about. He loves to get lost in them.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: You laying on his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you, his head laying on top of yours so he can plant a kiss or two.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: When it’s raining he loves to cook something together at home. When the weather is good enough he loves to take you out on a picnic date, enjoy the basics of life.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He controls them very well, you saw him only once being very angry and it wasn’t at you. He’s an open person to you but he would never lash out on you, he saves that for his students at the gym.

F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: Yes he wants a family, a big one and he wants it right after he retired, he’s more at home now and has more time to be a father.

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: he loves to give you flowers or something you really need, he doesn’t like to give stuff just to give you stuff, it needs to have a reason behind it. He gives you every Friday flowers, every time different once.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: He likes to hold your small hand in his, in twined. He holds your hand when you go to a busy location because he doesn’t want you to get lost or when he feels like you want some affection from him when you’re in public.

I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: he tries to be calm to have a clear mind so he can think clearly but if he sees you’re okay he would lose his temper a bit to find out what happened and who did it to you. If you’re just being clumsy he would give you a lecture about being more careful for the next time.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: he likes to joke around, like making you say funny things in his language or something like that but doesn’t like to fool your feelings, he would never disrespect or hurt your feelings with a joke or prank

K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: he likes to kiss the top of your head, especially when you guys are cuddling.

L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: He’s always there for you, he always picks up his phone if you call him, he brings you every Friday flowers, makes time for you when you need him or brings the stuff you need from the store without you asking him.

M = Memory, favourite memory together: Marrying each other, the whole day was perfect and you guys even felt more in love with each other.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: losing you, he’s afraid that one day you are gone and he has to live his life alone , without you next to him.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: His English accent. He tries to improve his English language but it’s difficult for him.

P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: My love. You’re his love so he calls you a lot my love.

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: At home, cooking or gardening together. Nothing to crazy he likes a calm private life with you.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: his walkout song ‘The Eagle's song 'Stream Дагестан Сабина Саидова’ because he doesn’t really listen to music anymore.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: He tells you everything, you’re his muse and he’s yours. He trusts you with his life. He thinks it also important to share these things with each other, it keeps the relationship healthy.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: 5 months because he didn’t want to scare you off because he’s a fighter and his English wasn’t the best at that time.

U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: Calm, listens to you and gives you the room to let all your emotions out, he’s there for you and will make it better.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: He’s proud of you moving in with him, in Abu Dhabi and in Dagestan and he likes to remind people that.

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: he doesn’t like to see you hurt but he teaches you some self defence. He always has your back and will fight for you.

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He knows when something is bothering you, he knows what you want and he can tell in what mood you are.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: On your dream trip, he plans it all out, beautiful ring and goes on one knee.

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: you by his side, especially at night. He likes to hold you at night, he sleeps better when you are there. But a good intense training at the gym makes him calm down too if he’s angry.

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A = Admiration, what does he absolutely adore about you: you’re patience you have with him, he’s an handful sometimes but also the passion you have for your hobbies.

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: you’re hands, they are smaller and softer than his hands. His hands are bigger and rougher, your hands perfectly fits in his as they where made for each other.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: Spooning, holding you from behind. His head nuzzled in the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses on your shoulders.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you look like: Going to a restaurant for some dinner after that going for a midnight drive in his car and end the date with watching the stars together.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He’s trying his best but sometimes he hides his sadness from you, he doesn’t want you to think he’s a crybaby or not strong enough for you.

F = Family ,does he want one, If he does when: yes he wants a family but not now, he’s very busy with his career but he’s secretly thinking about it so who knows.

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: he spoils you, a little bit to much tho. If you say oh that’s cute, the next day you have it. He’s loves to buy stuff for you.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: he holds hands with you all the time, he loves to touch you and holding hands is the most appropriate thing he can do in public.

I = Injury, how would he act if you got hurt: he’s angry at himself that you got hurt, he’s also freaking out a bit.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: he’s a prankster, he loves a good joke. He pulls these small pranks on you, swap stuff in the kitchen with weird things, jump scaring you and telling lame jokes from the internet. His pranks are innocent and he always makes sure you’re okay.

K = Kisses, how do he likes to kiss you: your sweet lips, he just loves them.

L = Love, how he shows you he love you: giving you gifts, calling or texting you on a daily basis and making love to you.

M = Memory, favourite memory together: meeting you for the first time, his English was bad and you thought he was a funny guy, you were also a bit shy.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: That someone hurts you and he isn’t there to protect you. He’s afraid of not being good enough for you.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: he’s a silly guy, a real joker.

P = Pet Names, what does he likes to call you: baby or babe, he learned it from some chick flick movies and it got stuck with him.

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: Doing things you like to do, watching movies, going out for some lunch, doing some shopping, just everything that would put a smile on your face.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: the song you guys sung together for the first time in his car ‘Something just like this, Coldplay.’ he barely knew the words but tried it for you.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: He tells you a lot but not everything, he thinks some things are not meant to be shared like his troubles or sadness. A man needs to be strong for his partner and can’t not show weakness. He rarely opens up about his feelings, he likes to deal with it on his own.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: 3 months, he took you on a few dates till he had the courage to ask you if you wanted to be with him. His English was very bad but you already felt for him.

U = Upset, how does he act when you’re upset: he leaves you alone at first, to give you some space to think. He always comes back to you and tries to find out why you’re upset and making it up to you.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: That you’re his girl, who tries to understand his culture and ways of living. He loves you’re trying to speak his mother language and proudly helps you out.

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting, Would he fight for you: he doesn’t like it at all, no fighting for you if you have him. He’s always ready to fight others to protect you.

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He isn’t the best in reading you but when he knows he immediately acts on it. Trying to make you feel better or trying to calm you down. He’s trying and that’s what counts.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: He would propose you back at his home in Dagestan. Asking if you want to be his wife and move in with him. He buys you a expensive ring to show you how much you means to him.

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: You’re touch, you’re hands on his chest or on his back, just you’re touch makes him calm and at peace. You’re hands caressing and scratching his back makes him fall asleep very quickly, he loves that.

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Utter silence

~ Joel Miller, Ellie Williams/Male!Reader

~ Familial (found family)

~ 1.8k words

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You had lost count on how long it’s been since Joel and Ellie had found you on your own. You thought you were a dead man. Having almost died against a stray hoard of those infected freaks. You had managed to escape from your quarantine zone and ran off with minor injuries. Now on the run from FEDRA, you got desperate and sloppy. Only leading to you getting cornered in an old church.

Even before escaping, you never were a people person. They weren’t fond of you and you weren’t of them. Especially in such an overcrowded environment like the quarantine zones, you were often quiet around them. Biting your tongue in face of conflict.

You had Joel and Ellie to thank for your life. After getting trapped in that abandoned chapel, they heard the ruckus from the hoard inside, and found you. Rightfully, they were wary that you had gotten bit or scratched by any of them. Though, by a miracle, you hadn’t.

At first, they were put off by your strange habits. You had a tendency to over-apologize when it wasn’t needed or asking for permission to do mundane tasks; you were quiet and reserved as if you were a drone of sorts.

Currently, you were trekking through the humid Nebraska with Joel and Ellie to find this Tommy person. You hadn’t been paying much attention to what they were talking about. Tugging your ragged coat closed to shield yourself from the dry winds pelting you. You could hear Ellie reading those shitty jokes from her book, only causing Joel to groan and criticize the quality.

You had considered them to be the closest thing to a family by now. They certainly acted like it. Joel cared for you and Ellie as if you were his son and daughter respectively. Having long lost his Sarah– a sore spot he didn’t care to talk about. He fed Ellie first, due to her being two years younger than you, then he fed you..always himself last.

Ellie treated you like the older brother she never wanted, but will always care for. She played stupid made up games with you, not without relentless teasing, of course. While you were quiet, you weren’t heartless. Finding her creative insults to be amusing.

“Okay, okay.. How about…” She draws out as she scans over the page, giggling to herself, she looks over her shoulder towards you, grabbing your attention to look over towards her. “Those fish were so shy. They were obviously coy.” she reads with a grin.

It takes you a minute to actually understand what that means, before you chuckle dryly with a roll of your eyes, prompting Ellie to playfully nudge you with her shoulder. “It’s like you!” she points out bluntly. “You get it? Like coy.. Koi.. coy like shy but like k-o-i, fish.” she over explains, causing you to chuckle with a nod.

Joel hums softly as he considers Ellie’s words, before giving the faintest chuckle through his nose. “She ain’t wrong, kiddo. You’re damn shy.” he muses as Ellie giggles to herself. Reading pun after pun as she tries to find another to read aloud to the group.

“I know..” you mumble sheepishly as you shuffle behind them. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be close to them, far from that actually. Ever since they’d helped you, you were always worried about invading their space. That fear has yet to dissipate– even now.

Joel stretches his arms over his head with a wide yawn. Prompting Ellie to yawn after him, in the middle of a pun, followed quickly by you. It was starting to get a bit later than you had hoped. Your body ached from the constant walking for hours on end. You nearly cried as Joel suggested to take a break for the night.

You weren’t a stranger to camping out in the woods, but that didn’t mean you liked it. Far too many variables to make it comfortable– though Joel shared your sentiment. Surrounded entirely by trees, thankful to not be in an open clearing. More trees were less risk, in your head anyway. Joel didn’t bother kindling a fire for the same concerns; his were much less visible than yours.

While Joel and Ellie got themselves situated for the night, you just stood around awkwardly, unsure of where to start. Ellie finally remembers one of your strange quirks and looks back over towards you from her spot in the grass.

“You don’t have to be so creepy, y’know.” She remarks sarcastically, not trying to be mean-spirited. As Joel adjusts the items in Ellie’s pack to make it a tiny bit more comfortable to rest her head on, Ellie gestures to the grass next to her.

“Get all your stuff ready.” You nod slowly and finally feel comfortable enough to move. Sliding your backpack straps off your shoulders and down your arms, catching them with curled fingers. Shuffling across the grass near silently, you drop your bag onto the ground next to where Joel had placed Ellie’s.

Slowly crouching before finally sitting down in the grass. Quickly stealing a glance over your shoulder, to triple check for anyone, or anything nearby. Finding no one, you allow yourself to lay down next to Ellie on your side, her back facing towards you. 

Joel doesn’t bother setting anything up, claiming the first lookout shift as always. His hands curled around his rifle as it rests in his lap. His back resting against the tree as he silently surveys the surrounding land.

“Joel?” you squeak, adjusting your backpack to be able to see over the uncomfortable lumps of rations inside. Looking over Ellie and towards him in the darkness. “Hm?” He grunts in response, only occasionally looking at you and Ellie. Mostly focus on keeping his kids safe.

“Do you ever think about what things could’ve been like if all this never happened?” It was probably the most words you had ever spoken to either him or Ellie, and that caught him off guard. Of course he wondered about it. Spending almost half of his life in either scenario, one of them was obviously less favorable.

“Get some sleep, so– kid. You don’t need’ta be worrying about all that.” Joel deflects entirely, as expected. Tripping over his tongue so as to not refer to you as son; he’s not sure if he’s ready for that output of feelings yet..if ever. 

You sigh softly with a small nod. Despite expecting rejection, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t disappoint you, nor does anything to squash your curiosity. Turning over to face your back towards Joel and Ellie. Her snoring used to be off-putting, but you’ve long since learned to tune it out. 

You allow your heavy eyelids to win against their fight to stay open, closing your eyes slowly with another small sigh to relax your body. WIth each breath out, you relaxed your muscles entirely. The only trick that seemed to work nowadays. It wasn’t long until you let your exhaustion overtake you, slipping into sleep without another thought.

In the morning, you awoke to a bright beam of light cutting through the trees and hitting you in the face. You grumble as your face scrunches in discontent, only to feel a boot nudge your back. “Hey.” It’s Ellie. Slowly opening your drowsy eyes, you lazily turn over and look at her in confusion– having to squint in order to see her in the bright sunlight.

Sitting up in her sleeping spot in the grass. Her pack laying next to her as she hugs her legs comfortably, crossing her ankles over one another. Her arms wrapped around her shins, interlocking her fingers together to keep her body close together. 

“Nothing.” She explains calmly, already assuming what you were thinking. “Joel fell asleep again. It’s your turn to wake him up.” You groan in annoyance as you run a hand down your face, attempting to rid yourself of your exhaustion. “Don’t give me that shit, man. I woke him up last time.” She points out following your groan of displeasure.

You wave a hand dismissively as you force yourself to sit up. Your sore body audibly cracking and popping in several different places. You look over towards Joel to see if you’re able to reach him from where you’re sitting, but you don’t bother trying.

Joel mutters something incoherent in his sleep again, prompting Ellie to look at you as if saying “I told you so.” Laying on his side with his arm trapped underneath him. His back still somewhat pressed against the tree behind him. His rifle weakly held in his free hand.

Reluctantly rising to your feet, you step around Ellie and over towards Joel. You didn’t even need to touch him before he woke up with a short gasp. “You fell asleep again.” Ellie states as she looks over towards Joel who sits up and rubs his eyes with his hand. Shaking the other from its numb state to try and wake it up.

“Shut up..” Joel grumbles. Removing his hand from his face and looking up towards you standing over him, then over towards Ellie– just making sure the two of you made it through the night in one piece due to his grievous error of a simple human action.

“And you were mumbling in your sleep again.” Ellie adds matter-of-factly as Joel begrudgingly stands up with a small groan, finally standing face-to-face with you. You’re as quiet as always, your hands clasped comfortably behind your back.

Joel chooses not to respond to her. Instead, he looks down towards her and gives a vague gesture to tell the two of you to get everything gathered up as he yawns widely. You shuffle away from Joel and back over to your backpack laying in the grass, picking it up with minimal effort and pulling the straps over your arms.

Ellie uncurls her body from itself and pulls on her pack before standing up, much quicker than Joel managed to. After he sets his backpack on his back, he carefully slings his firearm over his shoulder by its strap. Preventing it from moving too much by stuffing his jacket in the under string of his backpack strap. 

Without another word to one another, the three of you head back through the trees and continue on your way. The comfortable silence was only broken by Ellie spewing the first thing that came to her mind. You didn’t have the slightest clue how she did it. Always so talkative and ready to interrupt any sort of silence that washes over the three of you. Joel was still recuperating from falling asleep, feeling the weight of his exhaustion drag him down slightly. You only nodded or shook your head in response to any of Ellie’s random questions.

Nebraska was fairly boring, in your opinion. No buildings to raid, no game to hunt, no nothing. Just a dry field as far as the eye could see. The most entertaining thing in sight was Ellie pestering Joel with her puns and constant questions. Despite it being a strange family dynamic, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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I finished this really late </3 (its like 2 when I'm posting this)

had bad writers block all day and ended up redoing my original plan entirely. Hope you like my second attempt lolz !! :3